[The beat between is slow and still and terrible, and Yuan's waiting for the ground to fall out from under him. Even with the world split, even with one waning, there was always the quiet background of the Great Seed, that little trickle of mana, of life.]
[Now: hollowness, and the waiting. Hope is almost a painful thing in his chest, the force of how much Yuan wants that presence back. He leans into Kratos, barely breathing, till he has to gasp for having ignored it too long. He couldn't stand now if he tried. Unconsciously he's reaching out, please a quiet mournful thread at the back of his mind. Please: let them succeed in that final step.]
[It's been so long he's forgotten what right felt like.]
I think--
[Yuan forgets what he thinks in the next moment. What was gone is suddenly there, with a familiarity that aches, like he could turn the next corner and see Martel, smiling as she always had. It's only the sight of Kratos' face, now, that makes Yuan realize he himself is doing much the same, eyes damp.]
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[Now: hollowness, and the waiting. Hope is almost a painful thing in his chest, the force of how much Yuan wants that presence back. He leans into Kratos, barely breathing, till he has to gasp for having ignored it too long. He couldn't stand now if he tried. Unconsciously he's reaching out, please a quiet mournful thread at the back of his mind. Please: let them succeed in that final step.]
[It's been so long he's forgotten what right felt like.]
I think--
[Yuan forgets what he thinks in the next moment. What was gone is suddenly there, with a familiarity that aches, like he could turn the next corner and see Martel, smiling as she always had. It's only the sight of Kratos' face, now, that makes Yuan realize he himself is doing much the same, eyes damp.]