[ Falling to his knees, he's quiet as he cradles Sooyoung in his arms, hand shaking as he uselessly presses it to her fatal wound. There's no response, she's already gone, and as her body begins to dissipate, he holds the back of her head until all that's left is her shard in the center of his palm.
He'll bring her back. He'll keep her safe until then, his fingers gently curling around the stone before he shifts to get his feet under him, staggering back to stand. Carefully, with stilted movements to suggest he's still reeling from what had happened, he tucks her away into his pocket. There had been anger at first, disbelief curled around that, but there's a hole in his heart now and he's bleeding out of it.
When he finally lifts his gaze to meet Joonghyuk's own, there's something so incredibly empty in his eyes. ]
Yoo Joonghyuk, [ he says, voice barely above a whisper. He holds his position, sword held limply at his side. ] ... Do you hate me?
[ He knows the answer, fears it. Knows what it means when he'd been told about the group regression, but even so, he has to ask. ]
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He'll bring her back. He'll keep her safe until then, his fingers gently curling around the stone before he shifts to get his feet under him, staggering back to stand. Carefully, with stilted movements to suggest he's still reeling from what had happened, he tucks her away into his pocket. There had been anger at first, disbelief curled around that, but there's a hole in his heart now and he's bleeding out of it.
When he finally lifts his gaze to meet Joonghyuk's own, there's something so incredibly empty in his eyes. ]
Yoo Joonghyuk, [ he says, voice barely above a whisper. He holds his position, sword held limply at his side. ] ... Do you hate me?
[ He knows the answer, fears it. Knows what it means when he'd been told about the group regression, but even so, he has to ask. ]