[That light touch was a hand in his own, fingers threading between his own. And for a moment he could only feel relief, that hand pulling away to brush his forehead, as if looking for a fever- Mom?
He misses her, he realizes. A lot. He wonders if during those 3 weeks she'd cried.
The, the strangling starts. Not the parental touch, but the smaller hands again. In a panic he claws at the pressure, adding more marks to the Dark Field's attempts.
Oh god this is what Shiki felt, isn't it?!
He sees his two homes- like Roze the Terminal seems to mesh with Tokyo- though his district of Shibuya replaces Shinjuku. Only with more people from his home mixed with his friends here. Had Joshua gone through with his threat after all? Because he couldn't shoot him?
He hears Terri's...NeoDevimon's... cackles in the dark. His fault. Just like that car accident was his fault. People following him to their deaths.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry!
He tries to say it out loud, but the pressure is too much, making him fall to his knees. If he killed him it'd only be fitting. After all those years of blaming the other for leaving him. Blaming humanity for hurting him.
Blame.... me?
For a moment he remembered the girl he had fallen in here with- how she had laughingly forgiven him for what he had done to Terri. The same with Squall... And Shiki back home. How Cam SAVED HIM.
How Cam had listened to him talk about that boy who went away and had been eased by the story. If his friends now didn't blame him would he do so? Had Rhyme blamed her brother when HE failed to save her? No... no way. She, they, weren't that kind of people.
One hand leaves his throat, clutching at his crest in a crushing grip, leaving cutting imprints on his soft palm. He didn't need forgiveness. But there was something he needed to say before this hell killed him. His lips moved but no words could get out- that was okay. His heart knew the words he'd been hiding in the deepest bit of that inner wall. Heh, Sora would be proud.]
I miss you. I miss you and I love you and I'm sorry for blaming you for... everything.
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He misses her, he realizes. A lot. He wonders if during those 3 weeks she'd cried.
The, the strangling starts. Not the parental touch, but the smaller hands again. In a panic he claws at the pressure, adding more marks to the Dark Field's attempts.
Oh god this is what Shiki felt, isn't it?!
He sees his two homes- like Roze the Terminal seems to mesh with Tokyo- though his district of Shibuya replaces Shinjuku. Only with more people from his home mixed with his friends here. Had Joshua gone through with his threat after all? Because he couldn't shoot him?
He hears Terri's...NeoDevimon's... cackles in the dark. His fault. Just like that car accident was his fault. People following him to their deaths.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry!
He tries to say it out loud, but the pressure is too much, making him fall to his knees. If he killed him it'd only be fitting. After all those years of blaming the other for leaving him. Blaming humanity for hurting him.
Blame.... me?
For a moment he remembered the girl he had fallen in here with- how she had laughingly forgiven him for what he had done to Terri. The same with Squall... And Shiki back home. How Cam SAVED HIM.
How Cam had listened to him talk about that boy who went away and had been eased by the story. If his friends now didn't blame him would he do so? Had Rhyme blamed her brother when HE failed to save her? No... no way. She, they, weren't that kind of people.
One hand leaves his throat, clutching at his crest in a crushing grip, leaving cutting imprints on his soft palm. He didn't need forgiveness. But there was something he needed to say before this hell killed him. His lips moved but no words could get out- that was okay. His heart knew the words he'd been hiding in the deepest bit of that inner wall. Heh, Sora would be proud.]
I miss you. I miss you and I love you and I'm sorry for blaming you for... everything.