[like it's nothing. it falls, light and useless--and the truth is that none of these strings were ever very strong to begin with. they only got bad once there were dozens of them, because then they seemed so impossible, a mess of tangles he could never unravel.
Caesar could have honestly snapped them all with his fingers, or even with a bit of broken glass and some insight... but how he does it doesn't really matter. it's the choice, the intentional decision to keep moving forward instead of giving up, that's going to save them both.
a couple more strings around his neck snap on their own, following suit, as if they've been weakened just by the effort.]
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Caesar could have honestly snapped them all with his fingers, or even with a bit of broken glass and some insight... but how he does it doesn't really matter. it's the choice, the intentional decision to keep moving forward instead of giving up, that's going to save them both.
a couple more strings around his neck snap on their own, following suit, as if they've been weakened just by the effort.]