[ The flurry of emotional feedback between all four of them is a chaotic mess that he can no longer keep up with. It goes back and forth between rage, fear, and heartache, chipping away at what little determination he'd managed to scrounge up for himself. Amos shouldn't be doing this, Amos should be the one protecting them all from things like this, but now they're rapidly approaching a scenario that they desperately wanted to avoid.
It takes little effort for Amos to shove Kaeya away a second time around, tossing him aside much further than before. Blood skids along the concrete, leaving behind a trail from where Kaeya fell and where he ended up; almost deja vu, which makes this a whole lot worse for him. This time, however, he hasn't lost his shard; this time, he still has enough strength to fight back, to get up and—
He sees Amos lift Misa up.
He sees Amos toss Misa back to the ground, pinning her down to deliver the final blow. ]
—Misa!
[ It's the most alarmed he's ever been. The dread is paralyzing, enough to keep him from reacting quick and proper, but he manages to snap out of it just in time to book it towards Misa, going as fast as he can. The only problem is he's nowhere close enough to be successful in putting a stop to this. He isn't going to make it. He's too far. No, no, no, he won't allow this to happen, he can't be too late again. If he just puts his all into this one shot, then maybe, just maybe, but there's no time to think. No time to figure out exactly what he's going to do beyond just doing it.
The same spike from before, bigger this time, much sharper. He tries to aim for the hand that Amos is going to use to kill Misa, wanting to crush it. Not realizing just how easy it would be to have it go straight through Amos instead if he's positioned just right, but he's running out of time the more he hesitates, so he just does it.
And prays to whatever god out there is willing to listen that he doesn't miss. ]
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It takes little effort for Amos to shove Kaeya away a second time around, tossing him aside much further than before. Blood skids along the concrete, leaving behind a trail from where Kaeya fell and where he ended up; almost deja vu, which makes this a whole lot worse for him. This time, however, he hasn't lost his shard; this time, he still has enough strength to fight back, to get up and—
He sees Amos lift Misa up.
He sees Amos toss Misa back to the ground, pinning her down to deliver the final blow. ]
—Misa!
[ It's the most alarmed he's ever been. The dread is paralyzing, enough to keep him from reacting quick and proper, but he manages to snap out of it just in time to book it towards Misa, going as fast as he can. The only problem is he's nowhere close enough to be successful in putting a stop to this. He isn't going to make it. He's too far. No, no, no, he won't allow this to happen, he can't be too late again. If he just puts his all into this one shot, then maybe, just maybe, but there's no time to think. No time to figure out exactly what he's going to do beyond just doing it.
The same spike from before, bigger this time, much sharper. He tries to aim for the hand that Amos is going to use to kill Misa, wanting to crush it. Not realizing just how easy it would be to have it go straight through Amos instead if he's positioned just right, but he's running out of time the more he hesitates, so he just does it.
And prays to whatever god out there is willing to listen that he doesn't miss. ]