[ The boy had indeed thought Hizumi had chosen to cut himself off, and he could accept that. When it came down to it, he hadn't asked for his help, and it was for the better that he focus on himself than one Blade Child who couldn't be as helpless as he thought he was.
Yet the oncoming swell was so unexpected that there was no time to hide away the surprise that bloomed from Eyes' heart, reaching up to meet those warm, vulnerable and terrifying emotions. A faint sound, stuck in his throat, managed to permeate the connection as the soul that so adamantly denied itself the warmth sought out those very emotions from the other.
And it did hurt. It hurt enough that frustration coldly began to lash back, denial at its forefront threatening to tear through to the other end and protect his heart the only way he knew how, by rejecting it all and turning to the void of nothing. But for whatever reason, perhaps a miracle, he stopped himself in time.
There were few emotions that could overpower those. After several moments of silence, of nothing, it was those sensations that now reached out to deliver his answer. Tiredness as the familiar chill of loneliness wrapped itself around him, and a small hand timidly extending for help despite the front he always held.
Amidst it all, there it was—in the depths of ever-present fear, the fragile yet somehow powerful flicker of hope that refused to be extinguished that wanted to reach out and meet who was perhaps the person who could understand the most. And oh how much it frightened him. ]
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Yet the oncoming swell was so unexpected that there was no time to hide away the surprise that bloomed from Eyes' heart, reaching up to meet those warm, vulnerable and terrifying emotions. A faint sound, stuck in his throat, managed to permeate the connection as the soul that so adamantly denied itself the warmth sought out those very emotions from the other.
And it did hurt. It hurt enough that frustration coldly began to lash back, denial at its forefront threatening to tear through to the other end and protect his heart the only way he knew how, by rejecting it all and turning to the void of nothing. But for whatever reason, perhaps a miracle, he stopped himself in time.
There were few emotions that could overpower those. After several moments of silence, of nothing, it was those sensations that now reached out to deliver his answer. Tiredness as the familiar chill of loneliness wrapped itself around him, and a small hand timidly extending for help despite the front he always held.
Amidst it all, there it was—in the depths of ever-present fear, the fragile yet somehow powerful flicker of hope that refused to be extinguished that wanted to reach out and meet who was perhaps the person who could understand the most. And oh how much it frightened him. ]