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[liekomgedingly]

[If anyone needs Poland, he'll be over here in the corner, having a Post-Traumatic meltdown. He thinks he deserves one, frankly. It isn't like history and the shifting worlds haven't given him a whole host of reasons to be even more traumatized than is normal by the mere thought of humans being treated this way--trapped, tortured, slaughtered like

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[didiedingly]

Feliks.

[She squats down next to him. She looks more serious than Death of the Endless ever should, practically extruding anger and sadness]

[liekomgedingly]

[He doesn't... really appear to hear her. Possibly because of the trauma, or possibly because of the screaming.]

[didiedingly]

Feliks. Listen to me.

[She puts a hand on his shoulder, incredibly gently]

[liekomgedingly]

[Caught off guard by the touch, Poland lashes out at her, trying instinctively to strike her in the arm. He still doesn't quite seem to recognize her.]

I win at hiatuses, y/y?

[bulliedingly]

[Crouches down in the corner next to Poland, putting his arms around him wordlessly]

ABSOLUTELY. YOU'RE THE BESTEST AT THEM :D

[liekomgedingly]

[Poland would freak the Hell out if anyone else tried to touch him right now, but... It's Liet. So he just leans against him, pressing his face against his shoulder and sobbing hoarsely. He might have kind of hurt his voice screaming.]

I THOUGHT WHEN I KILLED DEL IT WOULD GIVE ME TIME TO GET TO WORK! DAMMIT, TRAUMATISED!POLAND!

[bulliedingly]

[Liet just holds him close and steady, burying his face in Poland's hair. He knows how hard it is for Poland (after all, in his timeline it's only been a few years, and though he won't admit it to himself, he has his share of post-Holocaust trauma), and equally he knows that talking or soothing noises are too cheap for the level of comfort Poland needs; as far as he knows, what Poland needs from him is simply that he be there, holding him close until he feels safe again.]

Poland: *TRAUMAAAAAAA*

[liekomgedingly]

[Oh, Liet. What would Poland do without you and your magical ability to know just what he needs? He sobs until he's hardly got enough breath left to, then gradually winds down, until he's lying motionless but awake in Liet's arms. He's still not sure what to say that will express his feelings better than a heartbroken scream, but... well, that's another nice thing about Liet. He doesn't feel like he has to break his silence until he's perfectly good and ready.]

[claymoredingly]

[Well, this is familiar, isn't it? Saïx thinks the first time they talked was in this place, in... in similar circumstances.

So Saïx is just going to... sit next to Poland, as odd as it may seem.]

[liekomgedingly]

[If Poland notices his presence, he doesn't give any indication of it. Too busy being depress.]

[boingedingly]

[Ukraine sinks down next to him. She doesn't try to touch him or say anything. She's not stupid. The scene hit them both far too close to home.

She just sits there and keeps watch over him, ignoring the fact her face is soaked with tears too.]

[liekomgedingly]

[Noticing that she's there, he quiets down a bit. It's hard to tell, though, if it's because the screaming is out of his system, or because he's too full of stubborn pride to do it in front of her.]

[boingedingly]

[She offers him a tiny smile, bitter and broken as it is, before staring at the wall in front of her again. There's really not anything she can do but this.]

[liekomgedingly]

[For once in his life, he's just not up to returning the smile.]