"Heeey, you've reached Yang! Well, actually, you didn't reach far enough, 'cause I'm not here right now! But don't yang up! Just leave a message on this baby, and I'll get back to you soon enough, okay?"
Knowing you, I'm definitely sure you did everything you could have done.
[ Which never makes anyone feel better, she knows, because the question that follows tends to be then why wasn't it enough, and no one's ever really been able to answer that. So Yang pulls him close, wrapping him into a full embrace. ]
[He wipes his fingers off on his pants... before he turns his body so that he can return her embrace. His hands move around to her back, gripping at her tightly, and he shakes his head. Not in denial, just-- it hurts, it's so heavy, it's been so long since this happened.
Like this? It's never been exactly like this. Why? Why this?]
...I felt it all. As he was... [He's never been close enough to, before, never had the chance to kneel with them right there, desperately using any healing energy he could even if it was too late.]
I'm sorry. [ For someone like Naoki, who could feel what others were feeling, she can only imagine how it must have felt to take in the emotions of a dying person. It makes Yang tighten her grip around him, almost fierce. Times like this, she almost wishes she could share the pain, instead of just try to help him shoulder through it. ]
[Naoki falls silent then, burying his face against her, his eyes shutting tightly. He doesn't cry. He can feel it, a tickle in his throat, a prickling at his eyes, but resists it for now.]
...They come back, don't they? [after minutes, he asks it in a small voice.] He'll come back.
[He admits it in a quiet voice. It feels like... it's not going to happen. How is he going to face him? He knows even now that there's no way that Quatre blames him for what happened, but he...
Ahh. What will he say? He can still feel his blood on his hands.]
[She knows him all too well. That's the first thing that comes to his mind when he thinks about seeing him again. But he still can't reconcile that thought with the image of Quatre laying still and silent.]
[Naoki nods, his expression softening slightly. Now, he straightens up slowly, looking back down at the monster crab they've still got to break shell off of.]
...Now, you're hungry, right? Let's get this cleaned up.
Definitely not. [Naoki grimaces. Especially now that super horrible things have happened, he doesn't want her or any of them to be in a place with debris creatures. Or anything else, but especially those.]
... Oh, right, we should track down other people around, make sure they have some food.
[Ha-- He laughs and moves the pot he put the meat in, scraping out a small pit in the ground with his foot.] Mmhm, I love you too. I'll keep you fed as best I can for the rest of forever.
[Who needs firewood when you can just use your own fire? No wood required, just the occasional burst from his fingers to keep it going.]
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[ Which never makes anyone feel better, she knows, because the question that follows tends to be then why wasn't it enough, and no one's ever really been able to answer that. So Yang pulls him close, wrapping him into a full embrace. ]
He wouldn't have asked you, otherwise.
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Like this? It's never been exactly like this. Why? Why this?]
...I felt it all. As he was... [He's never been close enough to, before, never had the chance to kneel with them right there, desperately using any healing energy he could even if it was too late.]
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...They come back, don't they? [after minutes, he asks it in a small voice.] He'll come back.
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[ Not that it makes it any easier, and she turns her head to kiss his head. ]
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[He admits it in a quiet voice. It feels like... it's not going to happen. How is he going to face him? He knows even now that there's no way that Quatre blames him for what happened, but he...
Ahh. What will he say? He can still feel his blood on his hands.]
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[ He's going to apologize, probably, so she hopes Quatre shuts him down fast. ]
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Yeah... [He chews the inside of his cheek.]
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[ Nothing like violence as a comfort method... even as she squeezes him tightly. ]
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Sounds good.
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And I'll be by your side the rest of this time... it'll be okay.
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Don't go far from me. [That's all he says. If something happens to her while they're here, he's not sure he'll be able to hold himself together.]
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[ He's gonna have to deal with a ton of hand-holding and hugging and sleeping curled into his side-- so like, nothing entirely different. ]
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...Now, you're hungry, right? Let's get this cleaned up.
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[ Even as she reaches out to help crack more shell, yep. ]
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[Clearly. But he asks just because.]
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Okay. None, got it. [Aaand he's refocusing.] Because we're probably going to be eating this for... however long we're stuck here.
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[ SHE MISSES SUNLIGHT. ]
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... Oh, right, we should track down other people around, make sure they have some food.
[Anything to keep busy.]
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[...] But, since you said you're too hungry to move, I'll cook up some of this for you first.
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[ SHE'S STARVING. ]
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[Who needs firewood when you can just use your own fire? No wood required, just the occasional burst from his fingers to keep it going.]
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That's a pretty important promise, you know.
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