[His other wrist is pinned, and he really is stuck. In that moment, he stops struggling and looks up to Vin. This is his friend, someone he's come to trust and care for in the short time he's been here. Whatever's got her worked up, struggling clearly isn't the answer. He's just got to trust her, maybe, and she'll calm down.
So he stops fighting it, and he gives her an even look.]
It's okay. I trust you. Work out whatever it is you need to work out, it'll be okay.
[Except it's not okay and now his fucking legs are destroyed whoops. So much for trust!
He tries not to scream, if only to keep from spooking Vin. But he can only try for so long before he's unable to do anything but scream himself hoarse.]
[that might be the answer in another place, but it is not the answer here.
she gets angrier, almost. he doesn't scream, and she tries harder. destroy it. his legs are a mess by the end of it, and... she starts to slow.
starts to look horrified. but she can't stop herself. she can't. and multicolored neon tears streak down her face as she realizes she has no control. she never did. she looks like she might be sick, as she backs up, shoes covered in blood and gore. she trips. falls, hits the ground, and - stares.
for a long moment, that's all she can do, until - jerkily, like a puppet, she's forced back up, wobbling over to atsushi once more.
she rips a knife from his palm.
whispers gather around the edges of the two of them, indecipherable but for a few. familiar voices. his family. his friends, the people he's called home. but he can't make out what they're saying. they're leaving. leaving him. they have no use for trash like this. and there was something you were supposed to remember, but even now, you can't reach it. maybe it's safer behind closed doors, anyway. maybe this is the way it was supposed to be.
vin brings the knife up, and brings it down, right through atsushi's heart.
and, as his world goes dark, he sees her turn the knife on herself.]
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So he stops fighting it, and he gives her an even look.]
It's okay. I trust you. Work out whatever it is you need to work out, it'll be okay.
[Except it's not okay and now his fucking legs are destroyed whoops. So much for trust!
He tries not to scream, if only to keep from spooking Vin. But he can only try for so long before he's unable to do anything but scream himself hoarse.]
cw: suicide
she gets angrier, almost. he doesn't scream, and she tries harder. destroy it. his legs are a mess by the end of it, and... she starts to slow.
starts to look horrified. but she can't stop herself. she can't. and multicolored neon tears streak down her face as she realizes she has no control. she never did. she looks like she might be sick, as she backs up, shoes covered in blood and gore. she trips. falls, hits the ground, and - stares.
for a long moment, that's all she can do, until - jerkily, like a puppet, she's forced back up, wobbling over to atsushi once more.
she rips a knife from his palm.
whispers gather around the edges of the two of them, indecipherable but for a few. familiar voices. his family. his friends, the people he's called home. but he can't make out what they're saying. they're leaving. leaving him. they have no use for trash like this. and there was something you were supposed to remember, but even now, you can't reach it. maybe it's safer behind closed doors, anyway. maybe this is the way it was supposed to be.
vin brings the knife up, and brings it down, right through atsushi's heart.
and, as his world goes dark, he sees her turn the knife on herself.]