[rochalizo is helpless to do much of anything as kaeya moves them both, philia flying after. he stays on the ground, trying to catch his breath, trying to see through his head spinning and spots dancing in his vision.
the despair doesn't touch him as quickly. he feels it on the edge of his soul—the emptiness, the will to give up—but at least, for a moment longer than kaeya, he can defy it.
a storm of cherry blossoms bursts around kaeya, and rochalizo thinks, ah. he knows what that one does. he can only hope it helps. maybe it's enough. but rochalizo doesn't know, and when desperation seizes him, he doesn't know if he wants to count on it.
he isn't sure of where the sword is. he could barely hear the clang as it fell, his ears ringing. even if he did, he barely has the energy to move, in pain from his lost arm and the poison, and exhausted from the fight being drained from him.
but—just a moment. he has to hold on, even for one.]
Kaeya.
[there are so many things he wants to say that he doesn't have the strength for. he can only hope his thoughts reach kaeya somehow, as futile as he knows it is. kaeya. whatever happens from here, i'm responsible for my own choices. not you.
and what i choose is not to have the both of us die here.
because what he's about to do may be imaginably cruel to kaeya, but right now, he would rather be cold-hearted than drag kaeya down with him.
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the despair doesn't touch him as quickly. he feels it on the edge of his soul—the emptiness, the will to give up—but at least, for a moment longer than kaeya, he can defy it.
a storm of cherry blossoms bursts around kaeya, and rochalizo thinks, ah. he knows what that one does. he can only hope it helps. maybe it's enough. but rochalizo doesn't know, and when desperation seizes him, he doesn't know if he wants to count on it.
he isn't sure of where the sword is. he could barely hear the clang as it fell, his ears ringing. even if he did, he barely has the energy to move, in pain from his lost arm and the poison, and exhausted from the fight being drained from him.
but—just a moment. he has to hold on, even for one.]
Kaeya.
[there are so many things he wants to say that he doesn't have the strength for. he can only hope his thoughts reach kaeya somehow, as futile as he knows it is. kaeya. whatever happens from here, i'm responsible for my own choices. not you.
and what i choose is not to have the both of us die here.
because what he's about to do may be imaginably cruel to kaeya, but right now, he would rather be cold-hearted than drag kaeya down with him.
his hand in his pocket, he focuses.
one, and then two.]