[it's for the better that the monster retreats; even though stahn is completely capable of fighting it solo, there are more important things that he would rather focus on.]
Leon! [like leon, for example. there's no time to sit and question how any of this is possible. it doesn't matter, because despite his shock and complete inability to process what's going on, there's something far more important here.
leon isn't okay.
stahn's keenly aware why he isn't okay, of course. he'd nearly been taken away and forced to repeat history—something that stahn has thought about too much since it happened. how many nights had he remained awake longer than necessary thinking about how horrible leon must have suffered that day? how many times had he dozed off while traversing to their next location, exhausted because he lacked that sleep? how many times had he been roused from his sleep with the force of a shisha no mezame because of nightmares of repeating that day again? they were all moments kept to himself, all but the maybe the swordians being aware of his restless nights?
if he'd felt that way just having known what transpired, stahn can only vaguely imagine the suffocating feeling of terror that leon must be experiencing right now. it's written in his body language, given how he doesn't get up, given the way his body is trembling with fear, and how he's not immediately scolding stahn for allowing this to happen at all.
—still, there's no time. dymlos' power can only hold the water back briefly, and that's why stahn is quick enough to (in a panic), lift leon up and support nearly the whole of his weight as the water crashes back and fills the gap that had been parted just seconds earlier.]
Leon... Leon, are you okay!? [well, at least it takes away from his stunned silences, though now he's completely frantic with worry. he'd be reaching for a life bottle or an apple gel right now if he had a free hand to do so.]
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Leon! [like leon, for example. there's no time to sit and question how any of this is possible. it doesn't matter, because despite his shock and complete inability to process what's going on, there's something far more important here.
leon isn't okay.
stahn's keenly aware why he isn't okay, of course. he'd nearly been taken away and forced to repeat history—something that stahn has thought about too much since it happened. how many nights had he remained awake longer than necessary thinking about how horrible leon must have suffered that day? how many times had he dozed off while traversing to their next location, exhausted because he lacked that sleep? how many times had he been roused from his sleep with the force of a shisha no mezame because of nightmares of repeating that day again? they were all moments kept to himself, all but the maybe the swordians being aware of his restless nights?
if he'd felt that way just having known what transpired, stahn can only vaguely imagine the suffocating feeling of terror that leon must be experiencing right now. it's written in his body language, given how he doesn't get up, given the way his body is trembling with fear, and how he's not immediately scolding stahn for allowing this to happen at all.
—still, there's no time. dymlos' power can only hold the water back briefly, and that's why stahn is quick enough to (in a panic), lift leon up and support nearly the whole of his weight as the water crashes back and fills the gap that had been parted just seconds earlier.]
Leon... Leon, are you okay!? [well, at least it takes away from his stunned silences, though now he's completely frantic with worry. he'd be reaching for a life bottle or an apple gel right now if he had a free hand to do so.]