(’Simon’)Spoken as an oath, under any other tone, there would be backlash, insistence of a derelict prodigy buried deep beneath the earth that he had destroyed with his own power, that he was no longer that whose soul could find strength to drill through any diversity. As it was, the voice could have simply been a phantom of his own making, calling to reign in unfocused, swirling malachite gazing absently towards the ceiling, peering into nothing, and nowhere. Within the infinite momentum of the Spiral, he walked, with enough will behind his eyes to force the very fabric of reality to transcend its bonds, and so he slowed his pace, and slowed it, and slowed it, only breaking into a run when there were no other options. These days, he should have been able to move easily, with his counterpart’s effort, with the efforts of the Beastman-made-warrior… the only enemy was his own grief, his own guilt, which tore a new opening into his heart and sought to fling the gore across the walls every time he saw… him. (HIS BROTHER(PARTNER)(ANIKI)(GOD)(SOULMATE)(TEACHER)And he had tried to wear him like a mask, as an apology to everyone, to himself, to Kamina - so that he and everyone who had lost him would not feel the burden of despair so strongly, if he could only speak what he had spoken, fight like he had fought, believe in what he had believed in…Weight jolted him, a miasmic gaze widening as he peered upwards at the strong vision of hope that had pushed him through life, trying in desperation to piece together what had just been asked of him.
“…Aniki…? Ah - no, yeah… eh - - I don’t sleep a lot, or eat, I don’t.. have to.“
In front his beloved brother, the Spiral Warrior’s soft tenors resurfaced if only for a moment, shed of the gasoline he had poured over himself before lighting the match.
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