rei doesn't deserve the snap of his jaws, though, nor the misplaced anger that courses through him, hot as the flame that he'd left behind him.
fear isn't a stranger to rin, especially here in cerealia. but his days until now have been marked off by the occasional tremor, terrible in isolation but seldom carrying forward.
not like this, where one mistake feels inescapable. rin isn't thinking about the explosion, or strands of black sinew where his arm used to be, or all that must come from this point onwards. he's trying not to look at rei, knowing that one glance at that earnest face will - will unravel him to the barest bones. he's not ready for that. ]
There are people back there.
[ his hair in his face, his breath catching in his throat. he clears it; tries again. ]
Who need help.
[ is all that rin says, gaze fixed to a tree in the distance. broad leaves, saturated green. too bright. ]
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rei doesn't deserve the snap of his jaws, though, nor the misplaced anger that courses through him, hot as the flame that he'd left behind him.
fear isn't a stranger to rin, especially here in cerealia. but his days until now have been marked off by the occasional tremor, terrible in isolation but seldom carrying forward.
not like this, where one mistake feels inescapable. rin isn't thinking about the explosion, or strands of black sinew where his arm used to be, or all that must come from this point onwards. he's trying not to look at rei, knowing that one glance at that earnest face will - will unravel him to the barest bones. he's not ready for that. ]
There are people back there.
[ his hair in his face, his breath catching in his throat. he clears it; tries again. ]
Who need help.
[ is all that rin says, gaze fixed to a tree in the distance. broad leaves, saturated green. too bright. ]