[It's subtle, how his posture shifts. First unbearably tense, as though he could scream until he turned blue and never feel any better, a knot in his stomach that clenches like a vice... only to crack, slowly, in corners and edges and in the shifting of the moment, rushing over him in a wave that only gets worse the harder it rushes.
He doesn't speak, only letting his fingers bury against Ion's robes. But his breathing starts to shudder in that unmistakable way of someone viciously fighting back tears. It's so much, and the thought of losing it all when he's put so much for his wish makes him want to scream. He doesn't want to die. He doesn't want to lose this fight and leave the only thing that mattered behind, again.
...
Hope was something. Hope was all he'd clung to before. It's bittersweet to be left to it again.]
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i hate this and i hate you :(
He doesn't speak, only letting his fingers bury against Ion's robes. But his breathing starts to shudder in that unmistakable way of someone viciously fighting back tears. It's so much, and the thought of losing it all when he's put so much for his wish makes him want to scream. He doesn't want to die. He doesn't want to lose this fight and leave the only thing that mattered behind, again.
...
Hope was something. Hope was all he'd clung to before. It's bittersweet to be left to it again.]