[Quatre appreciates Naoki's support, because as he finds himself freed from the wall, his legs are not doing a good job of supporting himself at all. The problem might be that he can't really feel it. The only thing that he can feel is the pain of it, oddly cold.
It's too bad. He's always hated being cold.
He wonders if he should be afraid, more afraid anyway. This is dying, isn't it? But then, he hadn't necessarily expected to live through the war to begin with, so in a way, it's just borrowed time running out, isn't it? And maybe it's not the end. This place is strange, but still. Quatre has regrets.
His gaze flickers up to Naoki and he manages what he hopes is a reassuring smile.]
It's fine. Are you okay?
[The sound of a a familiar voice has him looking up, eyes wide and trying desperately to focus because, wasn't that, just now,] ...Trowa?
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It's too bad. He's always hated being cold.
He wonders if he should be afraid, more afraid anyway. This is dying, isn't it? But then, he hadn't necessarily expected to live through the war to begin with, so in a way, it's just borrowed time running out, isn't it? And maybe it's not the end. This place is strange, but still. Quatre has regrets.
His gaze flickers up to Naoki and he manages what he hopes is a reassuring smile.]
It's fine. Are you okay?
[The sound of a a familiar voice has him looking up, eyes wide and trying desperately to focus because, wasn't that, just now,] ...Trowa?