Wangji finds himself a little choked up at Romeo's words. "Mn. I am ready." He manages, nodding at Tidus's words. He waves off some students who are a bit worried about the fog, taking a moment to re-assemble the last bit of paperwork and then takes the hands offered to him.
It makes him miss his son, but a version of him is on the train so there is nothing to linger for. He takes a deep breath and allows himself to follow the tugging sensation in his gut into the maelstrom.
It's a little like how he would imagine a fish on a hook would feel, without the pain, with the distinct flavor of Tidus to light the way back. He squeezes the much smaller hands in his own.
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"Mn. I am ready." He manages, nodding at Tidus's words. He waves off some students who are a bit worried about the fog, taking a moment to re-assemble the last bit of paperwork and then takes the hands offered to him.
It makes him miss his son, but a version of him is on the train so there is nothing to linger for. He takes a deep breath and allows himself to follow the tugging sensation in his gut into the maelstrom.
It's a little like how he would imagine a fish on a hook would feel, without the pain, with the distinct flavor of Tidus to light the way back. He squeezes the much smaller hands in his own.