The blond's desire to save the people lost overlaps with Esteban's; almost trip him up. He goes to turn-- shadowed voices without tone, without recognition, but begging, screaming out to him-- but there is one more tug as Tidus calls him back, and Esteban swallows back the attempt, running, running. It is exhausting, but he keeps going, feels like there is no end, but clings to the sunshine in his mind-- a bottle with a crystal wave, a lighthouse ahead in the darkness. And he trusts Tidus. Trusts him with himself, trusts him with their goal.
They'll manage. They'll make it. They'll save them all someday-- not today. Not now. But some day. They'll save them.
No one gets left behind.
The void spits him out without a warning, tripping and stumbling over his own feet, hand catching onto Tidus' before his momentum rushes a collision course with him entirely, a reversal of their first anchoring. He tries his best to avoid his companion, but it's a clumsy attempt, feet and thoughts and limbs sluggish after his struggle, the void still latched onto pieces of him where it can still linger. In his ears and his throat and his thoughts, scratching nails against his skull in an effort to leave its mark. 'Dians.
That had been so, so stupid.
"Y' alright?" the half-elf calls out as soon as he has a wheeze of a breath in his lungs, eyes shut tight against the assault of colours and sunlight and too much. Everything is just too much at this point. No wonder Tidus had been dead tired after that anchoring-- this one was worse than all of Esteban's other attempts all together.
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They'll manage. They'll make it. They'll save them all someday-- not today. Not now. But some day. They'll save them.
No one gets left behind.
The void spits him out without a warning, tripping and stumbling over his own feet, hand catching onto Tidus' before his momentum rushes a collision course with him entirely, a reversal of their first anchoring. He tries his best to avoid his companion, but it's a clumsy attempt, feet and thoughts and limbs sluggish after his struggle, the void still latched onto pieces of him where it can still linger. In his ears and his throat and his thoughts, scratching nails against his skull in an effort to leave its mark. 'Dians.
That had been so, so stupid.
"Y' alright?" the half-elf calls out as soon as he has a wheeze of a breath in his lungs, eyes shut tight against the assault of colours and sunlight and too much. Everything is just too much at this point. No wonder Tidus had been dead tired after that anchoring-- this one was worse than all of Esteban's other attempts all together.