Buzen so rarely denies him anything. He rarely ever looks this afraid either -- no, Itsuki's never seen him this afraid before. The way he'd looked at Itsuki when he first approached him is an image burned in Itsuki's mind -- more prominent than the carnage he's seen.]
How can I die -- when you're right here beside me?
[Itsuki reaches out again, this time so he can curl a hand around the one gripping Buzen's sword, and at the same time, dimming the sound of the battle around them,]
The safest place I'll ever be is in your arms. ...I'll always believe that.
[even now, after seeing buzen kill someone begging for mercy, and dozens of others.
it's not the rational thing to think, or even sensible. but itsuki can't help it. he's never been one to think of sense anyway,]
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Buzen so rarely denies him anything. He rarely ever looks this afraid either -- no, Itsuki's never seen him this afraid before. The way he'd looked at Itsuki when he first approached him is an image burned in Itsuki's mind -- more prominent than the carnage he's seen.]
How can I die -- when you're right here beside me?
[Itsuki reaches out again, this time so he can curl a hand around the one gripping Buzen's sword, and at the same time, dimming the sound of the battle around them,]
The safest place I'll ever be is in your arms. ...I'll always believe that.
[even now, after seeing buzen kill someone begging for mercy, and dozens of others.
it's not the rational thing to think, or even sensible. but itsuki can't help it. he's never been one to think of sense anyway,]