[It's all Hanako can do but swallow hard and nod at Ai's request, the firm squeeze of her hand around his own sending a nostalgic surge of comfort through him, despite it all. That's always been the case, hasn't it...? Whenever he was nervous, whenever he was scared-- be it thunderstorms, scary movies, or scarier procedures-- Ai had always been around to hold his hand and make things just a little more bearable. He had wanted to think, as he'd gotten older, that'd he'd grown out of such gestures; after all, he was a Dreamer now, and was strong enough to take down things that would paralyze other people with fear. But... clearly he still has a whole lot more growing to do, it seems.
It feels wrong, to be rooted to the spot as he was, watching Ai dash out to join the others into the fray, but truth be told... he couldn't bring himself to join her anyway. Despite his declaration earlier, there was something that was still distinctly Tsukasa in this creature, as mangled and broken as it was, and it was impossible to shake that feeling as he watched the rest pile on the attacks on his not-sibling. He could feel the gorge rise in his throat as Cooro lops his brother's-- no, the Night Terror's head clean off of it's wrenched neck, and his legs give out beneath him, sending him sinking down into that vast puddle of water in horror. It wasn't his brother. It wasn't his brother. And yet--
Maybe it was the cherry blossoms sticking to his hair, helping to clear the haze upon him, or those cutting words from the creature itself, but the dam within him finally breaks, tears pooling around his large, round eyes and spilling over silently onto his cheeks. A shuddering sob wrenches from within him, laden with so many warring emotions-- frustration, grief, fear, relief-- the very force of it all making him tremble. It was over, right?
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It feels wrong, to be rooted to the spot as he was, watching Ai dash out to join the others into the fray, but truth be told... he couldn't bring himself to join her anyway. Despite his declaration earlier, there was something that was still distinctly Tsukasa in this creature, as mangled and broken as it was, and it was impossible to shake that feeling as he watched the rest pile on the attacks on his not-sibling. He could feel the gorge rise in his throat as Cooro lops his brother's-- no, the Night Terror's head clean off of it's wrenched neck, and his legs give out beneath him, sending him sinking down into that vast puddle of water in horror. It wasn't his brother. It wasn't his brother. And yet--
Maybe it was the cherry blossoms sticking to his hair, helping to clear the haze upon him, or those cutting words from the creature itself, but the dam within him finally breaks, tears pooling around his large, round eyes and spilling over silently onto his cheeks. A shuddering sob wrenches from within him, laden with so many warring emotions-- frustration, grief, fear, relief-- the very force of it all making him tremble. It was over, right?
Then why didn't he feel happier about it...?]