[It...shouldn't be surprising that he followed anyway.
Don't look for him? Laughable, were it not so solemn an atmosphere, so solemn a choice, so solemn a day.
He knows that he made a choice that Ryoji disapproves of, and he...only honestly knows a few of the reasons why he so vehemently insisted that he kill him, but all he can do is search for the other. His other half. The other piece, torn from his psyche with as much care as it was shoved in, of himIt's a slow stroll, coat buttoned and scarf wrapped around his neck, a shield against the bitter cold. It's a night of couples, of people spending time with their loved ones, but for him, it is a night of solitude. He doesn't seem to be searching, as he walks. It is...more like a visit
( ... )
There is no comparison in the entire world to what he is going through right now. A scream as he falls (it's okay for him to scream, it will have to be, for he is certain no one came after him because he made sure he was untraceable, and it is all he can do right now to bear the pain and not lose his mind), down to his knees, body and bones melting and hurting and changing and it's simply painful, the blackness around him, whatever he is, whatever IT is, whatever Shadows are made of, this darkness... flooding him.
Thoughts he does not want to think, even more vehemently, it's hard to deny the thoughts also flooding his mind, being warped and twisted beyond what he wanted, ever.
His purpose. His existence.
You will end them all. End them...? He doesn't... want to hurt anyone, though.
You must save them from their suffering. But killing them isn't saving them...!
Follow me, my child. Work for me. But he doesn't want to! A pause, on his knees, breathing heavy as he holds his shoulder. The pain of slowly
( ... )
[And he fancies...that he hears the echoes of a scream, torn from the edges of a familiar voice.
And that settles it for him, even if he is simply imagining it in his head. It isn't the first time he has gone into Tartarus by himself; he does not do it often, but at times it becomes necessary, depending on his teammates' conditions--he would never ask them, tired or wounded or ill, to help him track down an illusive golden hand, after all. That would not be fair.
So he is used to traversing the tower by himself. Though...never without a weapon.
Still, he will not turn back now, and it is only the work of a few moments to make use of the device at the front. A weightless feeling and then he is there--
And he reorients himself in time to hear Ryoji's broken voice. 'I don't'--?
But his voice dies and his breath catches when he sees.]
[ ... A long moment to catch his breath, the blackness around him obvious and apparent. He can't help but smile stupidly, a hand over his forehead as he lay back onto the ground. ]
... I... told you not to go looking...
[ But he did anyway, didn't he? Such a fool...
The black, thick substance reforms around him, and there are veins. Crystal-like, almost blue and black all around him, and of course, some of it becomes those jet black wings. There are feathers strewn all over.
It's difficult for him to speak right now, if only because every word is a fight... to be him. To say what he'd... want to say, and not what Nyx desires him to be, what his nature is overriding him to say at this point. His emotions are running high, yet they are not. One moment he is overcome with happiness, but then fighting to remember what... relief or happiness or any of it even is... It's really a shame. He wished he could stop it, but this was a fight he was going to lose, and the inevitability of it all was beginning to take it's toll on him, even as
( ... )
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Don't look for him? Laughable, were it not so solemn an atmosphere, so solemn a choice, so solemn a day.
He knows that he made a choice that Ryoji disapproves of, and he...only honestly knows a few of the reasons why he so vehemently insisted that he kill him, but all he can do is search for the other. His other half. The other piece, torn from his psyche with as much care as it was shoved in, of himIt's a slow stroll, coat buttoned and scarf wrapped around his neck, a shield against the bitter cold. It's a night of couples, of people spending time with their loved ones, but for him, it is a night of solitude. He doesn't seem to be searching, as he walks. It is...more like a visit ( ... )
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There is no comparison in the entire world to what he is going through right now. A scream as he falls (it's okay for him to scream, it will have to be, for he is certain no one came after him because he made sure he was untraceable, and it is all he can do right now to bear the pain and not lose his mind), down to his knees, body and bones melting and hurting and changing and it's simply painful, the blackness around him, whatever he is, whatever IT is, whatever Shadows are made of, this darkness... flooding him.
Thoughts he does not want to think, even more vehemently, it's hard to deny the thoughts also flooding his mind, being warped and twisted beyond what he wanted, ever.
His purpose. His existence.
You will end them all. End them...? He doesn't... want to hurt anyone, though.
You must save them from their suffering. But killing them isn't saving them...!
Follow me, my child. Work for me. But he doesn't want to! A pause, on his knees, breathing heavy as he holds his shoulder. The pain of slowly ( ... )
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And that settles it for him, even if he is simply imagining it in his head. It isn't the first time he has gone into Tartarus by himself; he does not do it often, but at times it becomes necessary, depending on his teammates' conditions--he would never ask them, tired or wounded or ill, to help him track down an illusive golden hand, after all. That would not be fair.
So he is used to traversing the tower by himself. Though...never without a weapon.
Still, he will not turn back now, and it is only the work of a few moments to make use of the device at the front. A weightless feeling and then he is there--
And he reorients himself in time to hear Ryoji's broken voice. 'I don't'--?
But his voice dies and his breath catches when he sees.]
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... I... told you not to go looking...
[ But he did anyway, didn't he? Such a fool...
The black, thick substance reforms around him, and there are veins. Crystal-like, almost blue and black all around him, and of course, some of it becomes those jet black wings. There are feathers strewn all over.
It's difficult for him to speak right now, if only because every word is a fight... to be him. To say what he'd... want to say, and not what Nyx desires him to be, what his nature is overriding him to say at this point. His emotions are running high, yet they are not. One moment he is overcome with happiness, but then fighting to remember what... relief or happiness or any of it even is... It's really a shame. He wished he could stop it, but this was a fight he was going to lose, and the inevitability of it all was beginning to take it's toll on him, even as ( ... )
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