“You looked like you needed one” (Silabus)
HUG HASEO ( HE NEEDS IT . )
He blinks mutely, hands still slack at his sides; and while Haseo cannot feel the arms wrapped around him, not physically, something burns into his aching heart. A broken, tattered thing, still somehow possessing a vibrant heartbeat. If not one shattered to the very seams. It had no reason to keep going for some many reasons so why did this aching thing in his chest still exist, still feel? He…he wanted it to stop.
Ovan…was gone – Aina was furious was him. After all, he had destroyed that selfish bastard for the sake of what, a solution that easily could have been solved? The man who had been like a brother to him, what, just gone?! Allowed to ‘die’ with his mistakes?! All this time…all this time! He doesn’t realize his eyes are briefly pricking behind the screen. Before him, he can see the pixelated data of bright green and brown hair, the outline of a ponytail and arms that probably would have felt warm in real life. Silabus was…he really was always there even to an asshole like him, wasn’t he ? It had taken him so long to see that…to fully appreciate it.
“Let go already, Silabus! I’m fine…stop being so – I’m -”
He begins, his voice not quite full of its usual bite, more a defensive bark of a wolf wounded in the snow; there’s something almost too high in it, like something inside is about to crack. The last vestiges of his mind verily threatened – just as the one who had done so had promised on his mad trail he had left behind . How could he even stand, much less look into the M2D with so much still left to do? He was…so tired. But he couldn’t even tell that to Silabus, could he? Could he even…?
A path into hell he willingly choose for an empty thing . Shino still was in a coma - Cubia was at large.. the world fell heavier onto his shoulders each and every time . This one, the ‘real world’ was…there any difference? Had he underestimated everything up until now? No, he’d learned in increments along the way but what difference would it make to Aina’s tear-stained face? To her sobbing into his arms with the same broken refrain of, Brother, Brother!
“…..” His arms hang as slack as a marionette’s; letting his head remain against the side of his friend’s, almost silently. The ultimate signal of trust from a boy who had once considered anything and everything an enemy – and had gotten rid of all of them, or so he thought? But it was never over, was it? It would never be over. . at least, that’s how it looked at the moment. Broken, tired, enduring more than he could endure . . but Silabus was still alright. AIDA had never touched him. He’d never known about the Inside Laboratory, nothing – he at least, had kept him safe, unlike the absolute failure of Shino, Alkaid, and now, Ovan. How many others could he have saved … ?
“ – I’m…you’re – always… “ He trails off, Haseo biting his tongue, unable even now, to properly form social sentences, so instead he chokes out a very small, uncharacteristically tired, “….Thanks, Silabus.”
I’m glad you’re still here.