𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 , he took the hankerchief and wiped his eyes with it . he was calming down , this was good . now he could move on , there’s no point in sitting on the negative . he had to move on , he couldn’t sit amongst his sadness and let it eat him alive .

❝ i mean , i’m gonna be fine . i have granny oni , i haven’t seen her in a while though . ❞ he tapped his chin in thought , jumping up from the chair as if he didn’t just cry out every feeling he had in his body for at least five minutes . he stared at diluc , the pain , the suffering still sat in his eyes but … he had to move on , he had no choice but to . if he didn’t he’d be stuck . the wheel was fun . he’d be fine staying on the wheel where he’d eventually get to the stage where he’d break down again but he’d worry about it when it arrived .

“𝐎𝐡. 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞... 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝.” He backed away from him, intent on giving Itto space. Perhaps this was enough? Diluc wasn’t exactly experienced in knowing, but there was something about how Itto stared at him that made him hesitate, that made him say, “𝐀𝐫𝐞... 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞?”

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— COMFORTING SOMEONE MAY NOT BE HER STRONGSUIT, but even she has a hard time looking away to those clearly in need. Features crease into an unsightly (though, not unusual) frown as she studies him for a moment, an inquisitive eye taking in all of the details to his current body language. What exactly was he remembering? Recollection can be a double-edged sword in itself, the memories enough to be a dark grasp on the mind but this is… Something else entirely.

“ YOU DO LOOK LIKE YOU ARE ABOUT TO GET SICK. Doing so in my presence would surely result in the need for vengeance to be acted upon you, though- ” There’s a pause, gaze flickering back over to the man beside her. “ C’mon. Lets go on a stroll? Perhaps fetching some water will calm you. ”

Normally, his pride would be displeased at the concept of having a Knight assist him in any way, of being seen in such a vulnerable state, but at this particular moment in time he could barely think, his mind felt as though it was full of thick, heavy fog, the sickly-sweet smoke inflaming his senses, making him unable to think straight.

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Therapy/trauma starters

Diluc hesitated. It would be easy to dismiss her right now, to cast her out while he was feeling like this; like he could smell mist grass right under his nose, sickly sweet and smoky, making his stomach churn and his head pound. It would be easy, yet his throat felt scratchy and dry when he opened his mouth to speak, leaving only a groan to escape. So instead he shook his head, hands reaching up to pull at his hair, trying to distract himself from that nauseating smell.