[As soon as she says it, he feels like a complete moron. Of course this is CERES, or whomever, messing with them again. It always is! Knowing that—honestly, it might not have helped before, when he was alone and in the thick of things, but being reminded of it now just makes him furious and humiliated.
Which is at least something to feel that isn't hollow and empty, or terrified.
He stares at their hands and winces, warring with himself whether to jerk his own away in his embarrassment or hold on tight for comfort. He can't decide, so he doesn't do either, just walking along with her . . .
But past their hands, on the floor, just outside of his focus until suddenly his gaze shifts and he's staring right at it—there's a yellow-eyed, familiar reflection staring back at him. He jumps a little, startled out of the last of his lingering dissociation. What the—?]
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[As soon as she says it, he feels like a complete moron. Of course this is CERES, or whomever, messing with them again. It always is! Knowing that—honestly, it might not have helped before, when he was alone and in the thick of things, but being reminded of it now just makes him furious and humiliated.
Which is at least something to feel that isn't hollow and empty, or terrified.
He stares at their hands and winces, warring with himself whether to jerk his own away in his embarrassment or hold on tight for comfort. He can't decide, so he doesn't do either, just walking along with her . . .
But past their hands, on the floor, just outside of his focus until suddenly his gaze shifts and he's staring right at it—there's a yellow-eyed, familiar reflection staring back at him. He jumps a little, startled out of the last of his lingering dissociation. What the—?]
—Hey, that's . . .