[It's a bit of a sensory overload--this is nothing like being in a battle, nothing like he's used to. Blood and screaming and steel on steel? That, he knows. But this awful music, these melting walls, none of that is familiar to him. It's almost overwhelming. It is overwhelming. He dropped the sketchbook on the way to the stage, but even if he hadn't, his hands are too shaky to hold anything right now.
But--
More than anything else, Yasusada has always been drawn to people. His people, specifically. Vax and Damien aren't his, not really--but Damien's reaching for him, and Vax spoke to him a moment ago, and. And. It's enough to grasp, albeit just barely.
He reaches back, and grabs Damien's hand, clutching it like a lifeline and stumbling after Vax--with the other, he reaches for Vax, trying to grab at his sleeve, or--anything, really. Anything he can hold onto, while the room is falling to pieces around them and his chest is crushed with terror in the shape of a phantom illness.]
Vax-- Vax. We have to find--[God, he can't think. They have to--] --bake... no, the... cat?
[Right. There's a cat. Okita had to--wait, no, the boy. Atsushi? Atsushi has the cat.
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But--
More than anything else, Yasusada has always been drawn to people. His people, specifically. Vax and Damien aren't his, not really--but Damien's reaching for him, and Vax spoke to him a moment ago, and. And. It's enough to grasp, albeit just barely.
He reaches back, and grabs Damien's hand, clutching it like a lifeline and stumbling after Vax--with the other, he reaches for Vax, trying to grab at his sleeve, or--anything, really. Anything he can hold onto, while the room is falling to pieces around them and his chest is crushed with terror in the shape of a phantom illness.]
Vax-- Vax. We have to find--[God, he can't think. They have to--] --bake... no, the... cat?
[Right. There's a cat. Okita had to--wait, no, the boy. Atsushi? Atsushi has the cat.
Now, which way do they go?]