"No shit." Sanosuke knew just how true it was, saying nothing would ever make it better. But that didn't mean there wasn't still shit to do. Escaping from here, and hell, seeing if there was a way to save Hijikata and the other people who had vanished. Maybe it wouldn't do a damn bit of good for them in the long run, or maybe it would fuck up history. But it was fucking better than this!
Problem was, despite his claim, Sanosuke was having more trouble breathing by the minute. No telling how much longer he could stand, or when he's start coughing up blood again and leave himself open even worse than he was now. Except it wasn't going to be a problem after all, because just then the best and worst thing that could have happened happened.
Sanosuke knew right away just how fucked they all were.
"Kenshin." He had to cough again, spitting out a red glob before he could say anymore. "Hijikata's gone, and Okita's snapped." He wiped away the blood from his lips with his right hand, knowing what was going to happen. Okita wouldn't let them walk away, not with how he was. And Kenshin was going to fight, and damn it all to hell, Sanosuke could still hear the rurouni talking about how Battousai had come back before. He could be stubborn sometimes, but Sanosuke wasn't so stupid as to not know how this would end.
Especially since he couldn't stop it. What was he going to say? No Kenshin, you can't fight Okita? Like hell that would work. Sanosuke gasped hard, fighting the urge to clutch his wounds, to just stumble back and fall. "Kenshin. Just...be careful, god damn it. Whatever you do."
Sanosuke didn't want Kenshin to die. He didn't want Kenshin to kill. But right then, he didn't know how the fuck to keep either of those things from happening.
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Problem was, despite his claim, Sanosuke was having more trouble breathing by the minute. No telling how much longer he could stand, or when he's start coughing up blood again and leave himself open even worse than he was now. Except it wasn't going to be a problem after all, because just then the best and worst thing that could have happened happened.
Sanosuke knew right away just how fucked they all were.
"Kenshin." He had to cough again, spitting out a red glob before he could say anymore. "Hijikata's gone, and Okita's snapped." He wiped away the blood from his lips with his right hand, knowing what was going to happen. Okita wouldn't let them walk away, not with how he was. And Kenshin was going to fight, and damn it all to hell, Sanosuke could still hear the rurouni talking about how Battousai had come back before. He could be stubborn sometimes, but Sanosuke wasn't so stupid as to not know how this would end.
Especially since he couldn't stop it. What was he going to say? No Kenshin, you can't fight Okita? Like hell that would work. Sanosuke gasped hard, fighting the urge to clutch his wounds, to just stumble back and fall. "Kenshin. Just...be careful, god damn it. Whatever you do."
Sanosuke didn't want Kenshin to die. He didn't want Kenshin to kill. But right then, he didn't know how the fuck to keep either of those things from happening.