[ "She saved you", the man says, and Yuca's mind converges on that point. On those words.
"Saved". Saving him from peace, condemning him to more torment. To the myriad of memories that swim through him as his hand trembles and seeks a point of contact, anything to ground himself in the present, in his life as Ys. As Yuca. His pulse is jagged, breathing ragged with the sheer anguish, the weight of his pain, as he twists under that heavy hand and tries to find it with his own. Reaching around his ribs, to seize at Amos's pinky and ring finger.
Clutching at it. As if he were a lifeline.
But, he's not. Not at all, he's a shackle. Another living person who shouldn't be, who needs to stop because anyone who lives is another way for the Methuselah to — to come — that woman did this to him. ( "It's too cold for Rain," oh Rain. Rain. If he was gone, then... why was Yuca forced to go on without him? Without Machika. ) ]
Whatever. Whatever you want. Just get me out of here, please.
[ With dirt under his nails and moss in his hair, he's the picture of a brand new Shard-bearer. ]
cw yeah just a blanket warning for suicidal ideation
[ "She saved you", the man says, and Yuca's mind converges on that point. On those words.
"Saved". Saving him from peace, condemning him to more torment. To the myriad of memories that swim through him as his hand trembles and seeks a point of contact, anything to ground himself in the present, in his life as Ys. As Yuca. His pulse is jagged, breathing ragged with the sheer anguish, the weight of his pain, as he twists under that heavy hand and tries to find it with his own. Reaching around his ribs, to seize at Amos's pinky and ring finger.
Clutching at it. As if he were a lifeline.
But, he's not. Not at all, he's a shackle. Another living person who shouldn't be, who needs to stop because anyone who lives is another way for the Methuselah to — to come — that woman did this to him. ( "It's too cold for Rain," oh Rain. Rain. If he was gone, then... why was Yuca forced to go on without him?
Without Machika.) ]Whatever. Whatever you want. Just get me out of here, please.
[ With dirt under his nails and moss in his hair, he's the picture of a brand new Shard-bearer. ]