He'd expected a laugh, or even to be told that it was impossible, but when the doctor knew exactly who he was talking about and even left the offer to bring him back so casually sitting on the table, how could he refuse it? His first instinct was doubt, of course, but the doctor promised to prove it. Yuuhi was surprised he couldn't hear his heart hammering noisily in his chest. If the offer was real, he had to take it. No matter what the doctor needed or wanted of him, if it meant bringing Fai back, he'd take it in an instant.
Still, it was hard to escape feeling like he was selling his soul. Was it his imagination? Or was he just so shocked to finally have his goal in sight, not just an impossible dream anymore, that he was hesitating? What if the doctor really was trying to help people? Logic told him it wasn't the case, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd put sense aside.
When the doctor opened the door into a murky hallway, offering them their heart's desire, he stood abruptly. No matter the cost, he reminded himself. He'd promised that it wouldn't matter what happened, so long as he could be with Fai again. Even if it meant living in a world consisting of only the two of them while the rest crumbled away, nothing else mattered. Though he already knew he'd pay it, the price this time was steep. Letting himself be pulled deeper into darkness and branded a traitor among his fellow patients. It was easier to ignore the reminders, the faces of those he'd lost already, of those who still called him a friend and pretend he didn't care. Gathering what remained of his courage, he walked forward, head bowed slightly to keep from catching a glimpse of either of his companions' faces.
He ignored all warnings; there was doubt enough in him already, but he couldn't turn back now. If that made him a fool, so be it. The doctor had spoken nothing but the truth. If the doctor could prove he was good to his word, Fai would be his pawn, for he knew that if the man had the power to give back life, he need only threaten to take it away to keep him in check.
Yuuhi didn't realize he'd been holding his breath until he reached the doctor and lowered his head, bowing once, stiffly, but the message, acceptance of the offer, was made clear. He brushed on by, waiting a moment or two for further instruction or to see if the others might follow.
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Still, it was hard to escape feeling like he was selling his soul. Was it his imagination? Or was he just so shocked to finally have his goal in sight, not just an impossible dream anymore, that he was hesitating? What if the doctor really was trying to help people? Logic told him it wasn't the case, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd put sense aside.
When the doctor opened the door into a murky hallway, offering them their heart's desire, he stood abruptly. No matter the cost, he reminded himself. He'd promised that it wouldn't matter what happened, so long as he could be with Fai again. Even if it meant living in a world consisting of only the two of them while the rest crumbled away, nothing else mattered. Though he already knew he'd pay it, the price this time was steep. Letting himself be pulled deeper into darkness and branded a traitor among his fellow patients. It was easier to ignore the reminders, the faces of those he'd lost already, of those who still called him a friend and pretend he didn't care. Gathering what remained of his courage, he walked forward, head bowed slightly to keep from catching a glimpse of either of his companions' faces.
He ignored all warnings; there was doubt enough in him already, but he couldn't turn back now. If that made him a fool, so be it. The doctor had spoken nothing but the truth. If the doctor could prove he was good to his word, Fai would be his pawn, for he knew that if the man had the power to give back life, he need only threaten to take it away to keep him in check.
Yuuhi didn't realize he'd been holding his breath until he reached the doctor and lowered his head, bowing once, stiffly, but the message, acceptance of the offer, was made clear. He brushed on by, waiting a moment or two for further instruction or to see if the others might follow.