[he stays there for . . . a while, he isn't sure how long. Letting his thoughts get the better of him until his body reminds him that it's too cold for him to be sat out here so long, especially now that the adrenaline has long since faded. His body is reminding him of that, too.
But it just - doesn't feel right, to just up and leave? But there's nothing to be done, either - and for all that there's anger mixed in with his grief, he isn't stupid enough to go take it out on the damned flower. If he did that he'd end up meeting Aether again much sooner.
By the time the real Aether reaches the area, Itto's finally dragged himself to his feet to start the trek back. He hasn't gotten that far, though]
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But it just - doesn't feel right, to just up and leave? But there's nothing to be done, either - and for all that there's anger mixed in with his grief, he isn't stupid enough to go take it out on the damned flower. If he did that he'd end up meeting Aether again much sooner.
By the time the real Aether reaches the area, Itto's finally dragged himself to his feet to start the trek back. He hasn't gotten that far, though]