[Itto doesn't look away, doesn't stop stroking his hair or holding his hand - what else can he do, while the inevitable is already here.
He startles when Aether suddenly shatters, and then there's - nothing. No traveler, just a bunch of snowflakes that he can't look away from, not until they settle on the floor. There's nothing to bring back, not a weapon or a piece of clothing -
This is his fault, in the end. Somehow, some way he could have been quicker, gotten them both out before anything else could happen; realistically a part of him knows that isn't true, that they tried, but grief and guilt have a funny way of smothering thoughts like that.
How is he even supposed to tell anyone . . . and his little friend, she's gonna be heartbroken—
He punches the floor as hard as he can, cursing as he does. Then he sits down completely and buries both hands in his hair as his head hangs] Dammit.
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He startles when Aether suddenly shatters, and then there's - nothing. No traveler, just a bunch of snowflakes that he can't look away from, not until they settle on the floor. There's nothing to bring back, not a weapon or a piece of clothing -
This is his fault, in the end. Somehow, some way he could have been quicker, gotten them both out before anything else could happen; realistically a part of him knows that isn't true, that they tried, but grief and guilt have a funny way of smothering thoughts like that.
How is he even supposed to tell anyone . . . and his little friend, she's gonna be heartbroken—
He punches the floor as hard as he can, cursing as he does. Then he sits down completely and buries both hands in his hair as his head hangs] Dammit.