They do reach him, even though the mire of pain and emotion, and he just...stares, for a moment.
Had he actually fulfilled something that he'd promised? Even if it wasn't entirely to the letter, just the thought of not completely failing is enough to make him at least pause.
But at the same time...the reason he was so upset wasn't that he'd be a murderer, or that he felt bad about having to take Rin's life. It was that just like how he ended up being executed - he didn't THINK about his words, and how they could be taken.
But...maybe it wouldn't be so bad to take that hand. To let himself trust in his friends again and let them take his burdens, just like how he'd reached that point before coming to this horrible place.
His weakness, his vulnerability, his pain - It's all there, written large on his face as he reaches out to take that hand -
And his hand just goes straight through, the chill of them touching acting like a bucket of cold water on his faint hopes and reminding him of what's happened.
That moment of vulnerability fades, replaced by a wan smile that doesn't quite reach his eye.]
...Of course. Sorry for making you worry about me, Rin.
[He's not fake cheerful, just...he looks so sad, so tired - like everything catching up to him at once. He scrubs at his eye with his hand, blinking slowly.]
I, uh...I just need some time to rest, alright? And think about it. I didn't really get a lot of sleep, before...
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They do reach him, even though the mire of pain and emotion, and he just...stares, for a moment.
Had he actually fulfilled something that he'd promised? Even if it wasn't entirely to the letter, just the thought of not completely failing is enough to make him at least pause.
But at the same time...the reason he was so upset wasn't that he'd be a murderer, or that he felt bad about having to take Rin's life. It was that just like how he ended up being executed - he didn't THINK about his words, and how they could be taken.
But...maybe it wouldn't be so bad to take that hand. To let himself trust in his friends again and let them take his burdens, just like how he'd reached that point before coming to this horrible place.
His weakness, his vulnerability, his pain - It's all there, written large on his face as he reaches out to take that hand -
And his hand just goes straight through, the chill of them touching acting like a bucket of cold water on his faint hopes and reminding him of what's happened.
That moment of vulnerability fades, replaced by a wan smile that doesn't quite reach his eye.]
...Of course. Sorry for making you worry about me, Rin.
[He's not fake cheerful, just...he looks so sad, so tired - like everything catching up to him at once. He scrubs at his eye with his hand, blinking slowly.]
I, uh...I just need some time to rest, alright? And think about it. I didn't really get a lot of sleep, before...
[We all fucking died.]