flayn - catchall

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w4, friday

[fishingforcompliments]

[she should do something.

ask questions. investigate. do something for the people they've lost, the people she cares about. something other than just sit there and cry.

but it's hard. eventually, she manages to drag herself away from moping to walk. where? she doesn't know. somewhere. just... somewhere.

she comes across yams in the forest, eventually.]

...Yamatonokami Yasusada?

[okitactless]

[There are, currently, a very small handful of people in this camp that could approach Yasusada without fear. Flayn, fortunately, is one of them. He doesn't seem to notice her presence until she speaks his name; he's sitting against a tree, knees drawn up as best they can be when his broken arm is in the way. He's got his unsheathed sword out beside him, resting on the ground. At the sound of his name, he lifts his head.]

...Flayn-kun.

[His voice is quiet.]

[fishingforcompliments]

...

[He doesn't look like he's doing well. Neither does she. With a small sigh, she crosses to the tree - but instead of sitting directly next to him, she sits on the other side, her back to the trunk.]

I am so sorry.

[It hurts, to lose someone.

(She knows that very well.)]

[okitactless]

[For a little while, he doesn't say anything. He's sorry too, of course--but it's difficult, to drag himself out of the dark place his mind is currently in.

He didn't know Minako or Zenitsu very well at all. But Yin Yu...]

...You were close to Yu-kun, weren't you?

[He doesn't usually care much about human (or human-adjacent) relationships. But he's more observant than people often give him credit for--and even if he wasn't, they spent curfew together last week. He saw her wearing Yin Yu's robe.]

[fishingforcompliments]

...yes.

[Her expression falls, not that he'll be able to see it, and she draws her knees up to her chin so that she can wrap her arms around her legs. Times like this, Yin Yu is supposed to be here. He had been here every other time, and--

She blinks rapidly. No, she's supposed to be all out of tears.]

And you were close to Sanji...

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He's-- [Normally, in situations like this, Yasusada clings to his denial. Present tense, always, an insistence that the dead are watching over them, still around like they both know they are.

But he's been through 12 weeks of this. He's so tired of the games.]

He was the only person I could trust with Okita-kun's fate.

[And if tomorrow goes the way he's sure it will, then...]

It was cruel to leave us behind.

[Does he mean their loved ones, for abandoning them like this? Or does he mean the murderers, for choosing not to kill them too? Even he isn't sure.]

[fishingforcompliments]

...

I am sorry. The loss, it...

[she bites her lip, then stares up at the sky.]

It never should have happened. [...] Never.