[ One more desperate grasp at memory, and Camilo switches his form once more, but this time to his father. He leans down to Antonio's eye level again, extending his hand should the boy want to take it, but... he sees that look on his face. The fear in his eyes. It's breaking his heart. Even if he's putting on Félix's voice to the best of his ability now, he can't disguise the emotion tugging it, tone thick with his own fears even through another forced warm smile, a vain attempt at comfort Antonio clearly doesn't want from him. ]
Mi vida— I'm not trying to scare you. I'd never hurt you. Or lie to you. Trust me. Please— do you remember Papí's face?
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[ One more desperate grasp at memory, and Camilo switches his form once more, but this time to his father. He leans down to Antonio's eye level again, extending his hand should the boy want to take it, but... he sees that look on his face. The fear in his eyes. It's breaking his heart. Even if he's putting on Félix's voice to the best of his ability now, he can't disguise the emotion tugging it, tone thick with his own fears even through another forced warm smile, a vain attempt at comfort Antonio clearly doesn't want from him. ]
Mi vida— I'm not trying to scare you. I'd never hurt you. Or lie to you. Trust me. Please— do you remember Papí's face?