Walker had been minding himself fine until being tripped over.
"Oh fuck you." He growled, standing up, his mind still half inside the memory he had been playing--when he realized who it was. "YOU!" His fourteen year-old dreamself jerked forward, stringing curses as he went. "Don't ask things like that you son of a bitch. It's your fault in the first place!"
The 14th brushed his hair from his eyes, in his true form here in their mindscape. "You're not supposed to exist anymore." He said faintly, ignoring the boy's insults and anger--which he felt seep across their mind, bubbling up like magma but underneath was a saddness--he shook his head, not the time or place to explore his other's emotions. "You were supposed to disappear, nothing left!"
Wincing as the Noah jammed his nosy fingers into things that were supposed to be private, Walker curled his arms around himself. Violated, that was a good word for it.
"D-don't do that!" He nearly screamed, trying to hold on to the anger that was quickly cooling then dipping back into that ocean of misery which was never far from him since Mana had died.
The Noah gave a yelp as well, feeling that sorrow rise like bile in his throat. "Bloody hell, boy!"
Now that he was aware of it, he noticed things were out of place--his true self did not have red hair. There were things that had bleed over between them, a certain shape of their face, the way their hands clenched. He could see that this person, hunched over in front of him, would not be just fading away--he couldn't. They had tied themselves together somehow.
"Well, shit." The 14th quickly strove to put barriers between them--there couldn't be anymore overlap or--well he didn't feel like losing himself to a whiny brat.
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"Oh fuck you." He growled, standing up, his mind still half inside the memory he had been playing--when he realized who it was. "YOU!" His fourteen year-old dreamself jerked forward, stringing curses as he went. "Don't ask things like that you son of a bitch. It's your fault in the first place!"
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"D-don't do that!" He nearly screamed, trying to hold on to the anger that was quickly cooling then dipping back into that ocean of misery which was never far from him since Mana had died.
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Now that he was aware of it, he noticed things were out of place--his true self did not have red hair. There were things that had bleed over between them, a certain shape of their face, the way their hands clenched. He could see that this person, hunched over in front of him, would not be just fading away--he couldn't. They had tied themselves together somehow.
"Well, shit." The 14th quickly strove to put barriers between them--there couldn't be anymore overlap or--well he didn't feel like losing himself to a whiny brat.
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