[Oh look, someone else who thinks this is old news. That's kind of comforting—or maybe it will be in five minutes, when Leon's capable of thought again . . .
When his arm is grabbed onto, he automatically jerks at it with a sharp cry, but not quite hard enough to break Togami's grip. And then, in the next moment, he just goes along with it. He's not with it enough to fight. He doesn't want to fight to stay here. But he's not even thinking clearly enough to realize that—rather, right now, reliving his death in this detail, he can barely conceptualize himself as having will, power—a life, anything to preserve—
He doesn't even realize it's Togami for a long few moments as he lets himself be dragged away, gasping and pressing his free hand hard to his face. Like he's instinctively trying to hold back everything that could come out of it right now.]
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When his arm is grabbed onto, he automatically jerks at it with a sharp cry, but not quite hard enough to break Togami's grip. And then, in the next moment, he just goes along with it. He's not with it enough to fight. He doesn't want to fight to stay here. But he's not even thinking clearly enough to realize that—rather, right now, reliving his death in this detail, he can barely conceptualize himself as having will, power—a life, anything to preserve—
He doesn't even realize it's Togami for a long few moments as he lets himself be dragged away, gasping and pressing his free hand hard to his face. Like he's instinctively trying to hold back everything that could come out of it right now.]