As both of his friends continued with their pleas, Guy almost wished that they would stop. He could hear the desperation in their voices and it caused a whole different kind of pain to stab through his chest even as he fought for breath that just wouldn't come anymore.
Watching Claude sink to the ground in defeat seemed to cause Guy's own limbs to slacken in kind, not that he was able to move them much in the first place. They had lost; that had to be clear to everyone here, Sync included.
As the God-General started to talk, a veritable monologue, Guy felt like the words were coming to him as if through a thick wall. It was like he was in a dream, and he could tell that his body was giving in bit by bit, unable to fight back any longer. His vision clouded and his eyes started to close, meaning that he was no longer able to keep eye contact with Claude. That was probably for the best.
Though Sync's voice was there up until the end, Guy wasn't processing the actual words as he gradually choked. There was simply no way to stop this, and he hated that it was like this; he hated that it seemed to be almost predetermined.
He had fought so hard to escape things like the Score, and yet in this most crucial moment he couldn't get away from what was apparently his fate.
With that unavoidable snap, Guy's body finally lost whatever last bit of life it had been holding onto. It slumped against Sync coldly, broken and bleeding.
Re: Coliseum Floor - North
Watching Claude sink to the ground in defeat seemed to cause Guy's own limbs to slacken in kind, not that he was able to move them much in the first place. They had lost; that had to be clear to everyone here, Sync included.
As the God-General started to talk, a veritable monologue, Guy felt like the words were coming to him as if through a thick wall. It was like he was in a dream, and he could tell that his body was giving in bit by bit, unable to fight back any longer. His vision clouded and his eyes started to close, meaning that he was no longer able to keep eye contact with Claude. That was probably for the best.
Though Sync's voice was there up until the end, Guy wasn't processing the actual words as he gradually choked. There was simply no way to stop this, and he hated that it was like this; he hated that it seemed to be almost predetermined.
He had fought so hard to escape things like the Score, and yet in this most crucial moment he couldn't get away from what was apparently his fate.
With that unavoidable snap, Guy's body finally lost whatever last bit of life it had been holding onto. It slumped against Sync coldly, broken and bleeding.