rondo's really good at bouncing back from tragedy. he's used to tragedy, he's used to loss, but there's - there's just nothing that could have prepared him for this. for the first time, he's not running around looking for people after death has struck. today he's just sitting by the blue, blue pyre on the ground, his arms around his knees.
it becomes very, immediately clear that he's crying. silently, but he's crying. ]
[ wE LEFT CLOUD AND AERITH IN HELL AND THE Y FUCKING DIED AAAAHHH
there are just - there are no words. there's nothing that really describes this kind of sorrow - so intense and gripping that it shakes you down to your bones - but when rondo realizes that it's mathis that's dropped down beside him, belatedly, he tries to - god, he tries to pull himself together.
he sucks in a deep, miserable breath and lifts his head from his knees, and then frees his good arm to just - hook around his shoulders, and pull him in. like they've done every week now, but this time, rondo's crying too, tucking his nose into his hair. ]
yeah. yeah, that's - that's fine. he lets mathis sob on him as much as he wants, takes a deep, shuddery breath and tries not to lose it again himself. he cries silently, eyes closed, brow furrowed, and shakes his head. ]
I wish I knew. I wish I had the answer. [ but he doesn't. short of - sheer, bad luck. possession, cruelty of a monster that no one could control. ]
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week 2, friday
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rondo's really good at bouncing back from tragedy. he's used to tragedy, he's used to loss, but there's - there's just nothing that could have prepared him for this. for the first time, he's not running around looking for people after death has struck. today he's just sitting by the blue, blue pyre on the ground, his arms around his knees.
it becomes very, immediately clear that he's crying. silently, but he's crying. ]
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well, that's what they're both doing now, because mathis is folding himself right down onto the ground to hold onto rondo, sniffling.]
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there are just - there are no words. there's nothing that really describes this kind of sorrow - so intense and gripping that it shakes you down to your bones - but when rondo realizes that it's mathis that's dropped down beside him, belatedly, he tries to - god, he tries to pull himself together.
he sucks in a deep, miserable breath and lifts his head from his knees, and then frees his good arm to just - hook around his shoulders, and pull him in. like they've done every week now, but this time, rondo's crying too, tucking his nose into his hair. ]
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he's just clinging, this is going to be, like. a full on ugly sobbing kind of cry session.]
They... why were any of them...
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yeah. yeah, that's - that's fine. he lets mathis sob on him as much as he wants, takes a deep, shuddery breath and tries not to lose it again himself. he cries silently, eyes closed, brow furrowed, and shakes his head. ]
I wish I knew. I wish I had the answer. [ but he doesn't. short of - sheer, bad luck. possession, cruelty of a monster that no one could control. ]