[ SOUJIROU!!!!!! Well he isn't dead so it's fine I guess. The way we lost Lucretia... help...
Aikawa continues to not be in any reasonable shape to respond to all the hubbub, though, wheezing as he tries to maintain consciousness in splitting pain plus the large amount of blood loss. Adrenaline is fully gone by now, and he can only do his best to keep his equally splitting consciousness together. Out of spite more than anything, that after all they went through, after all this pain and bullshit and misery -- the last thing he's going to let happen is crawl out of the grave with his body no longer his own, yet again.
Or so he can try, at least, because whether he wills it or no, and even if his body is somewhat of a war tank (also whether he wills it or no), both bodily limits and CYOA have decreed his consciousness will fade.
Soujirou's words, though -- he'll remember that. Maybe.
Who doesn't deserve to go home -- have a place to call home? ]
[Sieghart has only one priority in mind here, and it's to keep Aikawa alive. The dressing Soujirou put together for his severed arm is already soaked and due for a change, but he's still got some blood left to keep applying pressure when he feels warm arms around his body that pull him toward the light.
Despite the dizzying nausea that rocks his senses and the burning pain radiating from his bitten leg, he feels secure. It's a strangely nostalgic feeling, and one he hasn't felt in years. Soujirou's hand against his cheek gives his attention a place to focus, and the child's visage blurs in his vision.
Home, huh?
Before he slips into oblivion, all Sieghart can think is that Aikawa had better live.]
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Aikawa continues to not be in any reasonable shape to respond to all the hubbub, though, wheezing as he tries to maintain consciousness in splitting pain plus the large amount of blood loss. Adrenaline is fully gone by now, and he can only do his best to keep his equally splitting consciousness together. Out of spite more than anything, that after all they went through, after all this pain and bullshit and misery -- the last thing he's going to let happen is crawl out of the grave with his body no longer his own, yet again.
Or so he can try, at least, because whether he wills it or no, and even if his body is somewhat of a war tank (also whether he wills it or no), both bodily limits and CYOA have decreed his consciousness will fade.
Soujirou's words, though -- he'll remember that. Maybe.
Who doesn't deserve to go home -- have a place to call home? ]
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Despite the dizzying nausea that rocks his senses and the burning pain radiating from his bitten leg, he feels secure. It's a strangely nostalgic feeling, and one he hasn't felt in years. Soujirou's hand against his cheek gives his attention a place to focus, and the child's visage blurs in his vision.
Home, huh?
Before he slips into oblivion, all Sieghart can think is that Aikawa had better live.]