It's fine. [ He gives a soft shake of his head. ] As you can see, I didn't need much help in the end anyway. I succeeded in what I sought out to do.
[ A statement he'd usually make with a tip of his chin and a look of that familiar, intense pride of his. He succeeded, and yet here he stands, a powerless failure duped by fate into thinking he could actually hold on to that much good, keep that light he fought so hard for with him. (what a sucker you are, Yzak Jule)
His eyes move down to the snow, sun reflecting off the iced surface nothing compared to that light. The fingers of his hand curl just a little bit tighter against his shoulder. ]
... He's still gone.
[ Like so many on the Ximilia are. Gone with no warning, no reason, leaving behind questions and sadness and belongings packed painfully into a box in a room too big for one person and he does not want to go back to his old room because they'd just moved there but the size and the height of the ceiling feel that much more large and that much more empty and the silence around him is like a roar in the back of his mind and he can't sit in there too long or that roaring only grows and threatens to drive him mad— ]
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[ A statement he'd usually make with a tip of his chin and a look of that familiar, intense pride of his. He succeeded, and yet here he stands, a powerless failure duped by fate into thinking he could actually hold on to that much good, keep that light he fought so hard for with him. (what a sucker you are, Yzak Jule)
His eyes move down to the snow, sun reflecting off the iced surface nothing compared to that light. The fingers of his hand curl just a little bit tighter against his shoulder. ]
... He's still gone.
[ Like so many on the Ximilia are. Gone with no warning, no reason, leaving behind questions and sadness and belongings packed painfully into a box in a room too big for one person and he does not want to go back to his old room because they'd just moved there but the size and the height of the ceiling feel that much more large and that much more empty and the silence around him is like a roar in the back of his mind and he can't sit in there too long or that roaring only grows and threatens to drive him mad— ]