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I know what I have to do, Kuroki knows what I have to do. I suspect the others, Emeric especially, have some inclination of what I have to do, whether or not they're choosing to consciously acknowledge it or not. It's the hardest decision I've ever had to make, and yet also somehow the easiest. When I look at Emeric, when I look at him and the other Busters, I find my resolve to be surprisingly unwavering.

When I look at Kuroki though... it gets more complicated. When he looks at me I feel horrible.

Can I really leave him again? Should I?

I shake my head, setting down the little blocks that I was toying with from my demonstration, and move to leave the main room.

I could use some air, even if it's just psychological. Maybe one last trip up to the roof, one last cigarette, even if I can't really taste it.

Date: 2015-04-12 04:00 am (UTC)
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He feels right. He feels real. And yet I know he can't feel me in the same way.

I tuck his head under my chin when he clings to me. He can make whatever noises he needs to, right now. Can do whatever he needs to. Because before long he'll be answering our need, instead.

"I've got you," I say quietly, gravel in my voice.

He starts talking about young Emeric, and I nod infinitesimally. "Of course, Jin. We'll take care of Emeric. You've raised him well, and he'll be all right, once he deals with the first shock of -"

My voice cracks, and I take a moment.

"Of losing you."

Date: 2015-04-12 08:02 am (UTC)
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I'm only too aware that we might not all survive this anyway. What if Jin makes his sacrifice, but something else goes wrong? What if he makes his sacrifice, but the subdimension blows up, and we lose Emeric, Hiromu, Ryuuji, Yoko, as well?

What if Jin makes his sacrifice but Messiah still escapes?

We've lost so many people already. There's nothing to limit this final loss to just one.

But I'm not about to dwell on that. It's hard enough for Jin to do this anyway, without thinking that it might not be enough.

"It's not your fault," I say hoarsely. And I still can't touch him. Not really. The last time I touched him, spoke to him, was before that goddamn Christmas party. Fourteen years ago.

I find professionalism deep inside, to match his, and I give him a nod. "After you."

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