[ The name dies on his lips. The comfort or assurance he wants to give him lose like an ember going out; suffocated of oxygen, and that's how Tidus feels. Things he has to say, that he can't, that he doesn't know what; watching Inigo's back and wanting to stop him, but having no desire to either.
He wants to run. But where? To do what? What now? What does he say, and when? Does he want to?
Does he want to?
Does he want to?
Tidus darts, the second that his legs find their ability to function. To whoever and whatever he can be distracted with. Not to think, don't think. He doesn't want to think, he doesn't want to think-
He needs to bury himself and this loneliness, and stop himself from recognising it exists. ]
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[ The name dies on his lips. The comfort or assurance he wants to give him lose like an ember going out; suffocated of oxygen, and that's how Tidus feels. Things he has to say, that he can't, that he doesn't know what; watching Inigo's back and wanting to stop him, but having no desire to either.
He wants to run. But where? To do what? What now? What does he say, and when? Does he want to?
Does he want to?
Does he want to?
Tidus darts, the second that his legs find their ability to function. To whoever and whatever he can be distracted with. Not to think, don't think. He doesn't want to think, he doesn't want to think-
He needs to bury himself and this loneliness, and stop himself from recognising it exists. ]