finalmente, o fim | rosimar | endgame | attn: masanori
This was almost too good to be true. Rosimar didn’t have to say a word; Kazumi had gone and solved this huge mystery. For a moment he was disappointed that he had not been the one to solve it, but of course that was quickly overturned by a huge wave of relief.
This was it. Finally they’d be out of here. He had survived.
He practically raced through every instruction, jumping into the ski lift, impatiently wriggling his seat whenever he was not running. It had been so long since freedom, so long since he could just run. Who cared about the execution they had just witnessed? He’d practically forgotten about it already.
Once they had arrived at this place of safety, the clown stared around at all the familiar faces and even the new ones. Rather than being wary of a new environment, he threw his arms out in victory, as if embracing its very aura.
After taking a moment to breathe in and then laugh it out, he glanced around the room. Seeing his closest companion, he made a beeline for him and grabbed him in a tight hug.
"Masanori! We did it! We’re alive!"
Rosimar hadn’t looked happier throughout the entire period in which they had been crammed into that cabin. The grin could even be described as dazzling. After a few seconds of embracing the boy, he let go, only a little embarrassed.
"I knew— I knew we could win, if we kept that hope. A-are you alright, by the way?"















