[ In this moment, in the dark empty streets of Venera, Gen looks and acts more like the teenage boy that he ought to be than Eustace has ever seen. It would be more of a welcome sight if it hadn't taken so unnecessarily much to push him to this point, and if he weren't armless and on the verge of bleeding out. As it is, the sight is simply miserable and not one he ever wants to see again.
Hard to tell if the increasing press of Gen's head against his shoulders is due to drowsiness or something worse, but either way it's enough motivation for him to speed up his steps despite the ache that's starting to settle into his arms. He's given one small shred of hope when Gen stirs, though the barely audible words that struggle towards his ears turn that hope into immediate ash in his mouth. Despite his best efforts, his fingers spasm reflexively around Gen, a shiver of fear passing through his body. No. That won't happen. He won't let it happen. Can't let it happen because if it does, it really will be his fault.
Fear, anger, guilt all turn his voice rough, a sharp knife cutting through the air as he knocks away Gen's feeble attempt at reassurance. ]
You're not going to die. Don't be an idiot.
[ Though who's the real idiot here, him or Gen? At least Gen seems to have come to terms with any possible fate that awaits him, while Eustace remains stubbornly fighting an outcome that looms bigger and broader with each passing moment.
At least he he can see the outline of their appointed meeting spot forming in the distance, a few lights still on in the window. They'll make it there in time. They have to. ]
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Hard to tell if the increasing press of Gen's head against his shoulders is due to drowsiness or something worse, but either way it's enough motivation for him to speed up his steps despite the ache that's starting to settle into his arms. He's given one small shred of hope when Gen stirs, though the barely audible words that struggle towards his ears turn that hope into immediate ash in his mouth. Despite his best efforts, his fingers spasm reflexively around Gen, a shiver of fear passing through his body. No. That won't happen. He won't let it happen. Can't let it happen because if it does, it really will be his fault.
Fear, anger, guilt all turn his voice rough, a sharp knife cutting through the air as he knocks away Gen's feeble attempt at reassurance. ]
You're not going to die. Don't be an idiot.
[ Though who's the real idiot here, him or Gen? At least Gen seems to have come to terms with any possible fate that awaits him, while Eustace remains stubbornly fighting an outcome that looms bigger and broader with each passing moment.
At least he he can see the outline of their appointed meeting spot forming in the distance, a few lights still on in the window. They'll make it there in time. They have to. ]