[ Before we talk about the Here and Now, let's wind all the way back to those terrible, fatal moments that followed in the wake of your heart giving out, your body bleeding itself dry, your brain firing off those last little morsels of a consciousness fading before shutting down. Let's go back to those ten seconds that your boy allowed himself to spend crying before his sister came, before she lay a gentle hand on his arm, and peered right into eyes that were exactly like her own in that unspoken gesture of pull yourself together, there is much that needs to be done.
So he swallowed those tears and buried them deep. He embraced his Brother - the shadow between each and every one of his thoughts - and flew on His wings in order to reap you, quietly severing your soul from your body. Setsuna stepped in at that moment, binding everything that you were to the hole of your existence in the Pattern, the body you left behind. She kept vigil as her little brother Walked from Arcadia to the Black Cathedral, where the Well was.
That is where he shattered your soul, love. He lay it over the cold stone of the altar where the Brothers and Sisters in Violence say their mass, sank his hands into your chest and pulled and pulled until it broke into two halves of a whole. He ate the dark that was threatening to swallow one half, taking the corruption into himself. He held the other half out, and let the stray - once a wretched little kitten, now a lion as brilliant as the sun - emerge. Then he brought the pieces of you back, to where his sister sat waiting.
You were the only thing he was truly aware of in the days to come, even over the ache of his own body. The clock counting out the remaining seconds of your life dominated his thoughts, making everything taste and feel like ash, rendering everyone around him - even Alistair - into murmuring ghosts. He had to watch and stay vigilant. He had to be ready for anything. In that light, perhaps it isn't so surprising that when you actually DID wake up, he was still going through the motions like some sort of puppet left dangling from its strings, jeered around by thin air.
So why are you going to end up walking in to your boy with his head in his hands, crying in front of the holoscreen of his console? Because, in an effort to soldier on and Do What Must Be Done, he ended up getting a request to revise your dossier from the Rashinban.
BRENNAN, JOSHUA LEE (LARUE, JOSHUA) Age: 28 Class: + Sin-Eater; Threshold: The Stricken (2056-2063) + Card; Triumph Undetermined (2063)._
[ Few things can unravel the quiet comfort of denial than the clinical finality of a report. ]
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So he swallowed those tears and buried them deep. He embraced his Brother - the shadow between each and every one of his thoughts - and flew on His wings in order to reap you, quietly severing your soul from your body. Setsuna stepped in at that moment, binding everything that you were to the hole of your existence in the Pattern, the body you left behind. She kept vigil as her little brother Walked from Arcadia to the Black Cathedral, where the Well was.
That is where he shattered your soul, love. He lay it over the cold stone of the altar where the Brothers and Sisters in Violence say their mass, sank his hands into your chest and pulled and pulled until it broke into two halves of a whole. He ate the dark that was threatening to swallow one half, taking the corruption into himself. He held the other half out, and let the stray - once a wretched little kitten, now a lion as brilliant as the sun - emerge. Then he brought the pieces of you back, to where his sister sat waiting.
You were the only thing he was truly aware of in the days to come, even over the ache of his own body. The clock counting out the remaining seconds of your life dominated his thoughts, making everything taste and feel like ash, rendering everyone around him - even Alistair - into murmuring ghosts. He had to watch and stay vigilant. He had to be ready for anything. In that light, perhaps it isn't so surprising that when you actually DID wake up, he was still going through the motions like some sort of puppet left dangling from its strings, jeered around by thin air.
So why are you going to end up walking in to your boy with his head in his hands, crying in front of the holoscreen of his console? Because, in an effort to soldier on and Do What Must Be Done, he ended up getting a request to revise your dossier from the Rashinban.
BRENNAN, JOSHUA LEE (LARUE, JOSHUA)
Age: 28
Class:
+ Sin-Eater; Threshold: The Stricken (2056-2063)
+ Card; Triumph Undetermined (2063)._
[ Few things can unravel the quiet comfort of denial than the clinical finality of a report. ]