there's a brief relief from the Mercenary as well, that despite their siblings it still manages to decide for itself. good. good for you, little mood squirrel which they still do not know the name of.
but that suffocation of emotions, of those dreaded memories, is so so overwhelming. he thought the negativity was before but this? it's a whole other level of awful. the times he's had to abandon his comrades just to save his own life. despairing at that fact. and although Naib continued to fight, his friends had left the military behind and moved on, and Naib wondered what to do with himself. who was he? what use was he? why... why was he still even fighting? even when he was forced, having to pit him against his people and former comrades he had to leave. had to drop everything and leave that life behind. it had been the last straw.
it's harder to breathe. his chest heaving, gasping, throat tight as if truly suffocating. imagine he just dies here? but the weight of another on him shakes him out of his stupor. reminds him to breathe, to try. to grasp so desperately because he kept saying again and again... despite the cruelty of the world, a man like himself can still have hope.
he... he has to remember that. he has to. he grips back just as firmly to Sora, vision blurring and he tries to keep himself ground despite still suspending in space! but seriously, please enough. ]
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there's a brief relief from the Mercenary as well, that despite their siblings it still manages to decide for itself. good. good for you, little mood squirrel which they still do not know the name of.
but that suffocation of emotions, of those dreaded memories, is so so overwhelming. he thought the negativity was before but this? it's a whole other level of awful. the times he's had to abandon his comrades just to save his own life. despairing at that fact. and although Naib continued to fight, his friends had left the military behind and moved on, and Naib wondered what to do with himself. who was he? what use was he? why... why was he still even fighting? even when he was forced, having to pit him against his people and former comrades he had to leave. had to drop everything and leave that life behind. it had been the last straw.
it's harder to breathe. his chest heaving, gasping, throat tight as if truly suffocating. imagine he just dies here? but the weight of another on him shakes him out of his stupor. reminds him to breathe, to try. to grasp so desperately because he kept saying again and again... despite the cruelty of the world, a man like himself can still have hope.
he... he has to remember that. he has to. he grips back just as firmly to Sora, vision blurring and he tries to keep himself ground despite still suspending in space! but seriously, please enough. ]