[ ludger turns into the embrace, resting his forehead on luke's shoulder. hey, man, this whole thing? it really sucks, can he stay here and pretend it doesn't for a mo ]
[As soon as Ludger turns into him, he wraps the other arm around him in a tight embrace, trying to steady his own emotions.
It wasn't just for show. The whole thing was bad. And they were supposed to be comforted by the fact that they were supposed to show up again later? For now, it was just... gruesome emotional destruction.
He doesn't move away, giving Ludger as much time as he needs.]
[ ludger is, sadly, rather accustomed to pulling himself together for the sake of other needs. so he'll indulge himself, pretend for a few minutes he isn't Agent Kresnik or Ludger Will Kresnik, contestant in this battle of the gods-
and then he focuses on anything but the raw, seething pitch strangling his throat and climbing up the back of his eyes. he'll put it aside, shut it away, as if it doesn't exist.
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... What the hell.
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But what good would that do? They'd come to keep Fortune company, and make her feel less alone... to protect her...
...and not only had she been killed, but Julius...
...]
What do you want to do?
[It was his call. He would leave him alone, or stay with him.]
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I had to beg the gods for a chance to save him the first week we were here, and now he's gone anyways...? This isn't fair-
[ his voice breaks. ]
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he scrambles over to Ludger, unsure what to do with his hands for a minute—and realises he's just being stupid.
as gently as he can, he wraps an arm around Ludger, giving his shoulder a squeeze.]
No, it's stupid.
It feels like... like they were trying to get Julius from week one. [whoever "they" is.]
It's all stupid.
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It wasn't just for show. The whole thing was bad. And they were supposed to be comforted by the fact that they were supposed to show up again later? For now, it was just... gruesome emotional destruction.
He doesn't move away, giving Ludger as much time as he needs.]
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and then he focuses on anything but the raw, seething pitch strangling his throat and climbing up the back of his eyes. he'll put it aside, shut it away, as if it doesn't exist.
as if. ]
... Okay. We should. Go.
[ he doesn't move. ]
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[his voice is low, quiet, but not unkind. similarly, he doesn't let go.]
We can't... [He swallows around his own emotions.] We can't do anything, yet.
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[ julius and fortune. ]
I-I want to see him.
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[whenever Ludger starts to move, Luke lets go, helping him to stand.]
Let's go see them.