Sixtieth Rebirth [Video]

[neverquitedies]

Two years.

[A small pause- Yuca looks down at the PCD, fiddling with some of the buttons.]

It's something to look back on, I suppose.

[He's quiet, almost vulnerable. Yuca bites his lower lip and looks away. He doesn't care. He's never cared. People were just here for a short time before they died, and took all of their feelings with them.

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[Video]

[verlorenscasket]

[Oh dammit.]
Yuca...
[He wasn't sure if he was wrong in assuming that someone had been sent home, but he wasn't entirely sure now was the right time to ask.]
Are you at the church?

[Video]

[neverquitedies]

...I am.

[Quiet, soft.]

[Video->offline]

[verlorenscasket]

I'll be there soon.
[Seeing you so sad was breaking his heart, Yuca. If he hadn't already been wearing his shoes, he wouldn't have even bothered pulling them on before booking it out the door. The wounds of loss were raw ones and best not treated alone. He did his best not to slam open the door of the church as he slowed to a brisk walk right up to Yuca's side. There was no pause, there were no words, he just pulled him into a hug.]

[offline]

[neverquitedies]

[He doesn't... really react to it, almost as if he hadn't registered Frau being there at all.

Finally though, he speaks- hollow and detached.]

Why are you here?

[offline]

[verlorenscasket]

[That doesn't make him want to let you go, Yuca. If anything he holds on a little tighter.]

Because I care about you and you're sad.

[offline]

[neverquitedies]

['Sad'. The word seemed almost laughable, in the face of how Yuca felt now. Destroyed- shattered, splintered into painful little pieces that scratched the rest of him open on the way down. Yuca slowly lets himself lean into Frau's shoulder.]

...bad things happen to people who care about me. I should warn you.

[offlineThere was a streak on my screen that made that icon look like he was crying

[verlorenscasket]

[He wraps his arms around Yuca a little tighter, leaning forward a little bit as if to shield him from the world around him.]

Thanks for the heads up, but I think I can handle it.

[Bad things happened to him long before he knew you, Yuca. And he wasn't going to leave you alone and broken like this.]

[offline] D'AWWWW

[neverquitedies]

[After a long moment, he tucks his head into the crook of Frau's neck and lets out a long, painful breath.]

He promised me-

[offline]>< I'm not gonna tear up. Nopenopenope

[verlorenscasket]

[He smoothed Yuca's hair back, rocking him slightly back and forth. Those were tears, he could feel them against his skin. He closed his eyes and took a slow breath of his own. Why was this so painful?]

Just let it out.

[There weren't words that could fix this. He knew that. It wasn't only here that he knew what it felt like to lose someone who swore to be there when he needed them and when that happened nothing anyone could say made him feel any better. So for now he would just stay here and make soothing sounds and rock him gently and do his best not to cry too.]

[offline] ;w; but it's so sadddd

[neverquitedies]

There's no use.

[Quiet, with a hoarse voice.]

Rain is gone. Horst is gone. How long will it be before Alphonse? Before you?

[offline] ;n; It iiiiss

[verlorenscasket]

[Every time something like this happens he is reminded about how similar he and Yuca are in their worries. Except he's constantly afraid that he is going to just up and eat the people he cares about. But here Yuca is, in his arms and crying. Saying all those things he had tried to console him against before. But that hadn't worked, so why would it now? Hell, last time it got him punched.

But the idea of Yuca getting left behind here, he couldn't handle it. Especially since he could do something about it. Fuck the Animus. As long as Yuca was here, he would stay. He had to. Someone had to prove to him that all he had come to learn and believe about the world wasn't necessarily true.]

We'll figure something out.