[Yasusada jerks, too--but Vax's grip is firm, and Damien's too late anyway, and... and.
He takes a shuddering breath, dragging air back into his lungs. It should feel better. It hurts worse.
The tigers help as much as they don't; they remind him of Nagasone, and normally, that's warmth and reassurance. But in his head, he can't help seeing those broken pieces, over and over.
Illusion...? Was it...?
He'll believe it was. He has to. He doesn't want to be alone again.
He doesn't want to go through this door, either--but the only way out of the smoke is through the flames. So onward they go.]
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He takes a shuddering breath, dragging air back into his lungs. It should feel better. It hurts worse.
The tigers help as much as they don't; they remind him of Nagasone, and normally, that's warmth and reassurance. But in his head, he can't help seeing those broken pieces, over and over.
Illusion...? Was it...?
He'll believe it was. He has to. He doesn't want to be alone again.
He doesn't want to go through this door, either--but the only way out of the smoke is through the flames. So onward they go.]