[ --his binds are loose, he finds. when did that happen...? Abel isn't sure, a bit overwhelmed by the enormity of the chaos erupting in the square, but the next thing he knows - Rand is wholly freeing him from restraints (freedom for the first time in what feels like forever; it feels good) and sees him awkwardly sagging toward the boy in an unsteady slump. thankfully, Rand was ready and waiting - and don't mind him if he simply--
...simply,
lets his head thud to rest at the other man's shoulder, arms loosely squeezing him in a hug. from this vantage point, he can see them - see Thoma departing, see Ryu at the ready, see Himeka now freed from the pyre, and Dokja...
Dokja, who had so recently lost his life, and yet... here and now, he's-- he's still...
...
Abel is bereft of his shard and cannot feel the reassuring warmth of the Pleroma nor his bond to his fellow Martyrs. but maybe Rand - and Dokja, too - can feel it all the same: the emphatic pang of grief and gratitude, of affection mingling alongside the steady beats of pain and bone-deep weariness. their friends had come for them - risked everything to march into the heart of Achamoth. Abel truly cannot believe what he's seeing, but--
they're here, and he's so, so glad.
he swallows hard against the lump in his throat and struggles not to sound like he's about to cry like a toddler (he may be about to cry like a toddler), ]
...Ah. A-ah, right, I'm... I am embarrassingly happy to see you, you know that...? Are you-- okay?
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...simply,
lets his head thud to rest at the other man's shoulder, arms loosely squeezing him in a hug. from this vantage point, he can see them - see Thoma departing, see Ryu at the ready, see Himeka now freed from the pyre, and Dokja...
Dokja, who had so recently lost his life, and yet... here and now, he's-- he's still...
...
Abel is bereft of his shard and cannot feel the reassuring warmth of the Pleroma nor his bond to his fellow Martyrs. but maybe Rand - and Dokja, too - can feel it all the same: the emphatic pang of grief and gratitude, of affection mingling alongside the steady beats of pain and bone-deep weariness. their friends had come for them - risked everything to march into the heart of Achamoth. Abel truly cannot believe what he's seeing, but--
they're here, and he's so, so glad.
he swallows hard against the lump in his throat and struggles not to sound like he's about to cry like a toddler (he may be about to cry like a toddler), ]
...Ah. A-ah, right, I'm... I am embarrassingly happy to see you, you know that...? Are you-- okay?