“You should be afraid of dying before your time… Everyone wants to live to an old age… it’s not possible for everyone, but you have to hope… y-you can’t just accept that you’re going to die sooner and take it so easily!”
He can’t tell if he’s getting more or less accurate in this fog… He lets out a frustrated noise at Seito’s jeering, and thrusts his blade forward once more.
“You can’t let it grow! Doing something like that would end the world! You can’t tell me you want that! No one should ever want that… we have to keep fighting!”
His thoughts go back to Minato for a moment, and he swallows down his sadness. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, not at all… but it’s for him. It’s for the Wild Card who thought he had the potential for this… no one, absolutely no one, as kind as Minato could ever purposely try to bring about the Fall. He steels himself and puts all his strength until his next swing. He hears Minato’s voice, but he can’t stop the momentum, and he feels a grim swell of satisfaction as he finally cuts through something…
And then everything shatters as he realizes the body he’s pierced isn’t Seito’s. He meets Minato’s eyes, stares into those orbs filled with pain, even as he hears the steady drip of blood onto the ground. He exhales shakily, all of the strength he once had suddenly failing him.
“Minato…? But… I… you… you were in the fog, I-I couldn’t see… I thought you were… oh god…”
His sword clatters to the ground, and he hurries to steady Minato, staring at the deep gash, scrambling to apply pressure… it’s too big, too deep, is there even a chance he could survive? He can’t die… Ryoji can’t kill him..
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He can’t tell if he’s getting more or less accurate in this fog… He lets out a frustrated noise at Seito’s jeering, and thrusts his blade forward once more.
“You can’t let it grow! Doing something like that would end the world! You can’t tell me you want that! No one should ever want that… we have to keep fighting!”
His thoughts go back to Minato for a moment, and he swallows down his sadness. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, not at all… but it’s for him. It’s for the Wild Card who thought he had the potential for this… no one, absolutely no one, as kind as Minato could ever purposely try to bring about the Fall. He steels himself and puts all his strength until his next swing. He hears Minato’s voice, but he can’t stop the momentum, and he feels a grim swell of satisfaction as he finally cuts through something…
And then everything shatters as he realizes the body he’s pierced isn’t Seito’s. He meets Minato’s eyes, stares into those orbs filled with pain, even as he hears the steady drip of blood onto the ground. He exhales shakily, all of the strength he once had suddenly failing him.
“Minato…? But… I… you… you were in the fog, I-I couldn’t see… I thought you were… oh god…”
His sword clatters to the ground, and he hurries to steady Minato, staring at the deep gash, scrambling to apply pressure… it’s too big, too deep, is there even a chance he could survive? He can’t die… Ryoji can’t kill him..