[. . . he doesn't know what else he can do for her in this moment. everything he said about continuing on, standing on his own two feet, about taking things from here and solving the mysteries of this mansion without a crutch. . . he had meant it]
[he doesn't know what secrets she's holding back. doesn't know the things she isn't allowed to say. but he ducks his head forward, presses his forehead against the top of hers, and stays like this until she feels as though she can pull herself back together again]
[Thankfully, it's the barrage of questions she can't answer and emotions she can't field that are what locks her up. So as soon as he's gone quiet for a little bit, she seems to calm down in due fashion, her wings shifting to stretch open as she gently tries to straighten herself up with a shuddering exhale.]
...If three more people die... I think we're going to be in horrible, horrible danger. More than we are now.
What people have or haven't done... it won't matter if we can't finish what we've started.
We have to stop this. We... we're going to stop this.
She sets the phone aside, only to reach her own hand to take up his touch again, a little awkward with the lack of skin.]
It's why I came out here, you know. Whenever I come here and think of why this place is here, and what these tombstones might mean, especially given the stories we receive... I can't help but think of the people we're going to leave behind. Fifteen of our own... and nine other parties worth of those who failed to know what we've had time to learn about.
It's... a lot. I don't like the feeling of it at all. But...
I made a promise to Reito, that I would always be here to take care of him. That he would be able to see his family, and that he wouldn't have to feel alone. Even after everything that happened between us, I... I didn't ever want him to feel like he might be in danger.
[And now he's a statistic. A soul waiting to be eaten alive by the house in an arena they cannot touch, his life taken from him. Just like all the other spirits.]
[he says that so confidently. . . with everything coming to a head as it is, it's amazing how he still manages to sound so firm. how he manages to keep a hold of his courage and faith and determination, even when things could go oh-so horribly wrong with just one slight mistake]
[but hey. . . that's how he had always been, right? even when there is doubt churning in the pits of his stomach, crawling up his spine and sending shivers through his body. he shoves it aside to believe in himself, because he has to]
[because if he didn't, then he would fail. at least. . . that's what he believes]
...Right. Despite my worries... if we approach this any other way than head-on, then we'll more than likely seal our fate on hesitance alone. That's too big of a risk.
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Your bravery is admirable. Has... anyone told you that before?
[here is where i would put my expressions IF I HAD SOME]
I think they go hand-in-hand sometimes. To hold onto an idea that's important, regardless of fears, regardless of what other people might say... it can be reckless, yes, but... I think it's still brave.
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[he doesn't know what secrets she's holding back. doesn't know the things she isn't allowed to say. but he ducks his head forward, presses his forehead against the top of hers, and stays like this until she feels as though she can pull herself back together again]
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...If three more people die... I think we're going to be in horrible, horrible danger. More than we are now.
What people have or haven't done... it won't matter if we can't finish what we've started.
We have to stop this. We... we're going to stop this.
Okay, Akira?
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I know.
[she says nothing that he doesn't already know deep down, but he also understands that in a way. . . this is her placing her trust in him, isn't it?]
We will stop this. We will.
We won't fail, no matter what.
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She sets the phone aside, only to reach her own hand to take up his touch again, a little awkward with the lack of skin.]
It's why I came out here, you know. Whenever I come here and think of why this place is here, and what these tombstones might mean, especially given the stories we receive... I can't help but think of the people we're going to leave behind. Fifteen of our own... and nine other parties worth of those who failed to know what we've had time to learn about.
It's... a lot. I don't like the feeling of it at all. But...
I made a promise to Reito, that I would always be here to take care of him. That he would be able to see his family, and that he wouldn't have to feel alone. Even after everything that happened between us, I... I didn't ever want him to feel like he might be in danger.
[And now he's a statistic. A soul waiting to be eaten alive by the house in an arena they cannot touch, his life taken from him. Just like all the other spirits.]
I'll... I'll do what I can. Whatever I can.
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Luna. . . what makes you think that we can't save them?
[what makes him think they can?]
Because I refuse to leave anyone behind. Our own, or those who were here before us.
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I... I'm more worried about the lack of time, and the implications of even a partial failure. That's what I meant.
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[he says that so confidently. . . with everything coming to a head as it is, it's amazing how he still manages to sound so firm. how he manages to keep a hold of his courage and faith and determination, even when things could go oh-so horribly wrong with just one slight mistake]
[but hey. . . that's how he had always been, right? even when there is doubt churning in the pits of his stomach, crawling up his spine and sending shivers through his body. he shoves it aside to believe in himself, because he has to]
[because if he didn't, then he would fail. at least. . . that's what he believes]
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[...]
Your bravery is admirable. Has... anyone told you that before?
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[that takes him off guard, and his expression slackens just a bit, brows shooting upwards]
What? I--
[just. more slow blinking]
I don't. . . know if it's bravery. [a huff] Excessive stubbornness, maybe.
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I think they go hand-in-hand sometimes. To hold onto an idea that's important, regardless of fears, regardless of what other people might say... it can be reckless, yes, but... I think it's still brave.