The time seemed to drag by agonizingly slowly. He could barely hear the noise, but he was familiar enough with tears to recognize it. Nigredo? He should have gone on through, or at least listened and not looked. Perhaps it was someone else who had been watching, someone who might not have been able to stand the sight. He didn't know. A wave of dizziness hit then, and Junior found himself falling to his knees beside Albedo's body as the head finally finished forming. He was vaguely aware that he was in desperate need of medical attention; the blood loss and the guilt were one and the same right now, fleeting thoughts whose lasting results would have far more impact in the morning, provided they lasted that long. What had he just done? It was all a blur, rage incarnate and yet again something he couldn't control even if he tried.
But he could listen. He could hear Albedo's story, and did; he saw the tears in his twin's eyes easily with such little distance between them now, and tears began to well up in his own, though he tried to blink them back.
"You don't know anything..." he repeated, though less harshly than he had earlier that night. Albedo couldn't have known, because Junior had never told him, but the story was apt for their situation. His pulse may have still been rapid, but his breathing was shallow so the redhead couldn't tell him now. He couldn't tell how he had rejoiced and he had cried at seeing Albedo alive; he had gone through space-time and back for the sake of his twin. Perhaps it had taken far too long before he had done it, with some impure intentions, and perhaps Albedo had been physically dead before he'd lived again, but Junior had lived that story. No matter how much they may fight, how many times Albedo angered him or terrified him, he did love his twin more than the others. Because they'd once been one. Were one once again, as far as he was concerned.
He thought he understood Albedo, then, in a brief moment of clarity, and would have sworn Sakura was whispering for him to make peace with his twin. The dangerous aura was gone for now, and although he couldn't let Albedo hurt anyone else if it surged just as violently as before, Junior gave his twin a pained smile. "Remind me to tell you about it sometime..."
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But he could listen. He could hear Albedo's story, and did; he saw the tears in his twin's eyes easily with such little distance between them now, and tears began to well up in his own, though he tried to blink them back.
"You don't know anything..." he repeated, though less harshly than he had earlier that night. Albedo couldn't have known, because Junior had never told him, but the story was apt for their situation. His pulse may have still been rapid, but his breathing was shallow so the redhead couldn't tell him now. He couldn't tell how he had rejoiced and he had cried at seeing Albedo alive; he had gone through space-time and back for the sake of his twin. Perhaps it had taken far too long before he had done it, with some impure intentions, and perhaps Albedo had been physically dead before he'd lived again, but Junior had lived that story. No matter how much they may fight, how many times Albedo angered him or terrified him, he did love his twin more than the others. Because they'd once been one. Were one once again, as far as he was concerned.
He thought he understood Albedo, then, in a brief moment of clarity, and would have sworn Sakura was whispering for him to make peace with his twin. The dangerous aura was gone for now, and although he couldn't let Albedo hurt anyone else if it surged just as violently as before, Junior gave his twin a pained smile. "Remind me to tell you about it sometime..."