ext_220239 ([identity profile] forgot-it-all.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2008-02-29 03:26 pm (UTC)

Afraid of Soubi? No, it wasn't that - he had to deny it, he had to tell him-----

He couldn't tell him the truth. He'd just promised to be honest with the man and he couldn't tell Soubi about what he'd just discovered. It was only a theory, a hunch at best, but it hurt and it would hurt him. Soubi might do something terrible and irrational and get injured or worse, get killed. Shaking his head, he dropped his gaze to his hands. "I-It's not you."

His hands weren't the only things shaking. He felt like he was shutting down again. He wanted to sleep, he wanted to close his eyes and drop to the ground and just ignore everything until he woke up again. He couldn't do that, but he'd only wanted something this badly a few times before in his life.

Before he realized it, Soubi's hands were over his - so much larger, so much more firm and strong - and he cautioned a look up at him. If the Sacrifice wavers, the Fighter suffers. Pushing everything to the back of his mind, he set his jaw tight to stop his teeth from chattering anymore and repeated, "Wait for me by the door at the end of the hall leading to the Recreational Field. If you're not there, I'll go by myself."

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