[ She flinches. Through the tears and the sight of his hand that would never slight her willingly, Weiss falters from his attempt to reach out to him. His heart doesn't just sink. It reaches the bottom, cracking in a significant way as he stops. He hesitates, but rather than let the frustration of her pulling away consume his mind? It comes out as a huff of a breath. Trembling. His entire body is trembling from the blood he's spilt and the damage he's caused. This is exactly what Rubion had desired. They can destroy themselves from within while the kingdom falls... Expose them for their weaknesses and for how powerless they really are in the grand scheme of things.
Descend into despair. Let those cracked pieces of heart be thrown into the wind. His lips tighten as he feels the dam threatening to burst. This was different from a contest of combat ability. It wasn't just the physical side of it all. They've both taken beatings, and even Cloud's been the one consumed by corruption, leaving Weiss to snap him back out of it. Those times were scary. This? This was different. It wasn't just physical... ]
Weiss, I'm...
[ When she says she wants to hold his hand, he freezes. He doesn't pull away or advance. He doesn't want her to want to flee from him. He didn't want this. He didn't want any of this. He just wanted to go home. To find his way back to her when this was all over. To find a home away from home. He wanted to protect everything that he cherished...but instead here he was, at his lowest and weakest, breaking the one person he can't imagine living without. At first, he doesn't even register his hand upon her cheek...then her fingers threading in his.
It's her words. Those quiet, shaky words that dare to speak out beyond what's happening. The knight that sullied his mind and burned his heart with raging flames hadn't waned. Only something stronger could rise above that. Fortunately (yet fortunately...), it was a man breaking down that saw him rise above the fury threatening to consume him. He can't even forcefully pull her in like he would his usual self. Feebly, he scoots in on his own knees now, slowly trying to draw her into his arms. Trying so desperately not to squeeze tight so he doesn't hurt her again as the tears roll down his face.
Ahh... There it is again. That burning sensation. His sight's a blur as his other hand carefully slides around her back. If it weren't so apparent in the dimly lit room, it most certainly could be felt. The jump of his shoulders. The tremble in his voice. The choke of a sob. And his voice finally coming through... ]
I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know why I did that.
[ When the dust settles? He'll know. He'll know who to target. But right now, he's lost and confused, albeit found in the arms of everything to him. ]
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Descend into despair. Let those cracked pieces of heart be thrown into the wind. His lips tighten as he feels the dam threatening to burst. This was different from a contest of combat ability. It wasn't just the physical side of it all. They've both taken beatings, and even Cloud's been the one consumed by corruption, leaving Weiss to snap him back out of it. Those times were scary. This? This was different. It wasn't just physical... ]
Weiss, I'm...
[ When she says she wants to hold his hand, he freezes. He doesn't pull away or advance. He doesn't want her to want to flee from him. He didn't want this. He didn't want any of this. He just wanted to go home. To find his way back to her when this was all over. To find a home away from home. He wanted to protect everything that he cherished...but instead here he was, at his lowest and weakest, breaking the one person he can't imagine living without. At first, he doesn't even register his hand upon her cheek...then her fingers threading in his.
It's her words. Those quiet, shaky words that dare to speak out beyond what's happening. The knight that sullied his mind and burned his heart with raging flames hadn't waned. Only something stronger could rise above that. Fortunately (yet fortunately...), it was a man breaking down that saw him rise above the fury threatening to consume him. He can't even forcefully pull her in like he would his usual self. Feebly, he scoots in on his own knees now, slowly trying to draw her into his arms. Trying so desperately not to squeeze tight so he doesn't hurt her again as the tears roll down his face.
Ahh... There it is again. That burning sensation. His sight's a blur as his other hand carefully slides around her back. If it weren't so apparent in the dimly lit room, it most certainly could be felt. The jump of his shoulders. The tremble in his voice. The choke of a sob. And his voice finally coming through... ]
I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know why I did that.
[ When the dust settles? He'll know. He'll know who to target. But right now, he's lost and confused, albeit found in the arms of everything to him. ]
I'm scared... Forgive me... Please.