[ He feels like his heart is caught somewhere in his throat, a thrill of panic overtaking him. It's something he isn't used to– the rush of emotion, the urgency, how much it seems like his world is narrowing very suddenly. He'd talked to Hiro about this recently, hadn't he? To Yu, as well. About how death felt inconsequential here.
Too bad he's forgetting all of his logical arguments against it in this moment.
Pulse ticking fast, he makes it to Naoki and Quatre, expression stripped more bare than he can remember. The injury is fatal. He'd known it when he first caught sight of the two of them, but still. Walking away felt like ignoring reality. Slowly, he crouches next to Quatre, opposite of Naoki, trying to school his face into something he's more used to. It's only half successful. Maybe. Hands strangely steady (maybe he's just seen too much), he sets one palm on the blonde's shoulder. A small comfort. ]
Quatre, you... [ What's he even trying to accomplish? Or say? ] I'm sorry.
[ None of them deserved this. But especially not Quatre. ]
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Too bad he's forgetting all of his logical arguments against it in this moment.
Pulse ticking fast, he makes it to Naoki and Quatre, expression stripped more bare than he can remember. The injury is fatal. He'd known it when he first caught sight of the two of them, but still. Walking away felt like ignoring reality. Slowly, he crouches next to Quatre, opposite of Naoki, trying to school his face into something he's more used to. It's only half successful. Maybe. Hands strangely steady (maybe he's just seen too much), he sets one palm on the blonde's shoulder. A small comfort. ]
Quatre, you... [ What's he even trying to accomplish? Or say? ] I'm sorry.
[ None of them deserved this. But especially not Quatre. ]