[higekiri doesn't stop beck - but he watches her. whereas normally his eyes are gentle and amused at pretty much everything around him, it looks now as if he's a bit wired. like his edges have been sharpened all over again, fixating on her and while not outright regarding her as an enemy, as if she could become one at any moment. wwx can claim hige's hand, bloody as it is, but he'll find it tense again, like he's holding onto something so tightly inside that he might tremble.
and to think he just started to relax again after his brother died - but he supposes it makes sense, for him to literally start falling to pieces without him.]
Burning - everywhere.
[he reports it, and he keeps his voice even - it seems as though he wants to press on, to be useful, to fulfill his duty as the only true weapon among them, even though his body is actively rebelling against him. his breath stutters even if he tries to will it to stop, blood dripping down his person as he almost grows light-headed, but fights to hold onto his consciousness.
he levels his gaze at wwx, certain.]
We need to continue the mission. If I break, so be it.
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and to think he just started to relax again after his brother died - but he supposes it makes sense, for him to literally start falling to pieces without him.]
Burning - everywhere.
[he reports it, and he keeps his voice even - it seems as though he wants to press on, to be useful, to fulfill his duty as the only true weapon among them, even though his body is actively rebelling against him. his breath stutters even if he tries to will it to stop, blood dripping down his person as he almost grows light-headed, but fights to hold onto his consciousness.
he levels his gaze at wwx, certain.]
We need to continue the mission. If I break, so be it.