#voidtag

We both hoped this closeness would last, but lets be honest, can any softness survive in this world?

We held hands 'til we were dragged apart and even then we kept reaching. Through the black box and those first respawns, the duel and sacrifices, your flight from L'manberg and you, held back on the stage, my cold nights in the ravine and my late nights in the office. Through the festival, the fireworks, the fight, and the long recovery. Through his spiral and the destruction and his death. Through every lesson the boxes and buttons and betrayals tried to beat into us we made every effort to stay close, but he still wiggled his way in (maybe he was there since the beginning). Then you were stood on that wall and he was pulling you away and you were alone and you never visited and we had compasses in place of each others hand. I was on the tower and I was at the bottom and then we're finally close again, but I'm beyond salvageable and I'm worthless and we hate each other (we don't).

Regret is not something we're unfamiliar with.

We're holding hands again the next day. We're holding hands through the final measure of our home. We're holding hands down the Prime Path, along the boat ride, and we pull each other up the mountain. We fight side by side and in the end we hold hands as I assure you it's alright and I beg you not to go. We hold hands in the victory back at the start though it's not for as long as we used to. It doesn't take much to let go anymore.

Also, I know the 4th drawing isn't an actual scene, but it's how I imagine Ranboo told Tommy about licking Halite. It'll be my headcanon until Thunder inevitably reveals that I'm way off-