The fog is a lonlier feeling than earlier, he finds. Able to search people out among the stretch of it before, answering calls. Now it just feels vast and empty, and he can't tell whether it's the anticipation of being rescued or just the knowledge that it's really, firmly over for him. He left a decent legacy. Closure is oddly damning.
Nothing left to prove. He got it right. Now what does he do with himself? Besides wait in the emptiness for rescue.
He's not surprised when someone shows up, because somehow he made friends again and he knew one would come after him. Call it his tastes in Big Damn Heroes (or the train for supplying him with them). He sees the shock of white in the fog before the rest of his lanky figure, and Yondu works his way towards him.
Running his stupid mouth in greeting, he calls out a, "Sorry I lied to ya, Tobirama. Turns out you was the prettiest. You sure are a sight for sore eyes right now." Knows exactly how much that'll get on his nerves and it's just the right amount. He wants to get away from this place that he doesn't want to leave, and ain't that a pain in the ass conflict to have.
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Nothing left to prove. He got it right. Now what does he do with himself? Besides wait in the emptiness for rescue.
He's not surprised when someone shows up, because somehow he made friends again and he knew one would come after him. Call it his tastes in Big Damn Heroes (or the train for supplying him with them). He sees the shock of white in the fog before the rest of his lanky figure, and Yondu works his way towards him.
Running his stupid mouth in greeting, he calls out a, "Sorry I lied to ya, Tobirama. Turns out you was the prettiest. You sure are a sight for sore eyes right now." Knows exactly how much that'll get on his nerves and it's just the right amount. He wants to get away from this place that he doesn't want to leave, and ain't that a pain in the ass conflict to have.