[ For a split-second, there are white tiles in front of him. The perspective is all wrong because it feels like everything is much larger than it should be. There's blood all over the walls, the floor, the corpose of a man still twitching against the bathtub, the knife in shaky, small hands. When he looks down, there's blood all over his palms too, as if he was the one to cause all those stab wounds. But that isn't right. That doesn't feel right. He doesn't know who that man is, where he is, and why things even had to go that far, so why— what's going on—
Kaeya. Kaeya!
There's someone crying hysterically, and the sharp voice calling out to him mixes in with the terrible noise, causing him to snap back to the present. He doesn't know how much time has passed with him staring at the shard in his hands, but he knows that it must have been long enough for him to not realize that they've been trying to catch his attention. Misa must have said something to Gen, but he doesn't remember what it was. Couldn't really tell even if someone asks him to repeat back the words that were said. But it's fine. One step at a time.
First thing's first— Amos' shard. Gen asks to be the one to hold him. Gen, the one who murdered him, the one who...
—knows Amos better than he does. Next to Misa, he's the one more qualified than Kaeya, who didn't trust Amos at first, who felt hurt when what he got for letting his guard down around Amos was the man trying to kill him.
He passes the shard over to Gen without protest. ]
Take care of him.
[ Next, he lowers himself to be able to easily, carefully, slowly, cradle Misa in his arms. He freezes when she grasps at his shirt, tearfully begging him not to move her. It breaks what little he has left of himself but he knows they can't let her stay here. It's far more dangerous to leave her behind in search of someone who can heal her, so it's better they all stick together just in case someone takes advantage of the shitty situation they're all in. He wouldn't put it past anyone from the Pleroma, at this point. ]
... Misa. You'll be alright. [ Quietly; her only warning that he's about to stand up. ] I've got you.
[ Despite knowing it won't take away her pain completely, his hands glow a bright yet gentle shade of blue, delicate cryo energy seeping into her nerves in an effort to dampen the worst of it. He rises to a stand as carefully as he can go, looking over at Gen once he's ready. ]
Let's go.
[ Towards the Citadel, he thinks. The three of them may be worse for wear, but they still have Amos' shard, and they're still alive. It's the best they can ask for. ]
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Kaeya. Kaeya!
There's someone crying hysterically, and the sharp voice calling out to him mixes in with the terrible noise, causing him to snap back to the present. He doesn't know how much time has passed with him staring at the shard in his hands, but he knows that it must have been long enough for him to not realize that they've been trying to catch his attention. Misa must have said something to Gen, but he doesn't remember what it was. Couldn't really tell even if someone asks him to repeat back the words that were said. But it's fine. One step at a time.
First thing's first— Amos' shard. Gen asks to be the one to hold him. Gen, the one who murdered him, the one who...
—knows Amos better than he does. Next to Misa, he's the one more qualified than Kaeya, who didn't trust Amos at first, who felt hurt when what he got for letting his guard down around Amos was the man trying to kill him.
He passes the shard over to Gen without protest. ]
Take care of him.
[ Next, he lowers himself to be able to easily, carefully, slowly, cradle Misa in his arms. He freezes when she grasps at his shirt, tearfully begging him not to move her. It breaks what little he has left of himself but he knows they can't let her stay here. It's far more dangerous to leave her behind in search of someone who can heal her, so it's better they all stick together just in case someone takes advantage of the shitty situation they're all in. He wouldn't put it past anyone from the Pleroma, at this point. ]
... Misa. You'll be alright. [ Quietly; her only warning that he's about to stand up. ] I've got you.
[ Despite knowing it won't take away her pain completely, his hands glow a bright yet gentle shade of blue, delicate cryo energy seeping into her nerves in an effort to dampen the worst of it. He rises to a stand as carefully as he can go, looking over at Gen once he's ready. ]
Let's go.
[ Towards the Citadel, he thinks. The three of them may be worse for wear, but they still have Amos' shard, and they're still alive. It's the best they can ask for. ]