[what does it matter, if it means he can do something-- the squirrel seems to steady a little, while with him, at least a little bit. at least for the moment. sora throws his hand out, though, and... well, nothing seems to happen, unfortunately. no such luck here. around the area there are scattered chunks of metal, pieces of rubble, rocks. maybe one is sharp.
the squirrel's newfound steadiness fades some at naib's words, a little shakiness returning to it.
But why? Why would they ever want this? How could they hurt each other so...? Is there really no way to make it stop?
ahead of them, the fighters they spotted are struggling, and as few as they were to begin with, there's one or two fewer, now.]
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the squirrel's newfound steadiness fades some at naib's words, a little shakiness returning to it.
But why? Why would they ever want this? How could they hurt each other so...? Is there really no way to make it stop?
ahead of them, the fighters they spotted are struggling, and as few as they were to begin with, there's one or two fewer, now.]