Koumyou hadn't given any thought, really, to what must have happened in the direct aftermath. He'd only just realized Devero had taken the Seiten when he'd stepped onto his world to find him and the one on his shoulders had started to feel strange. Not weaker, not stronger, not fake, not real.
Just, out of sync with itself, with him. Like one singer within a massive chorus had shifted tone just a hair, and only through a soul-deep familiarity had he known the difference.
But Devero had had it with him, and that meant he had indeed collected it all up and its literally countless tendrils, and--
How had he even done that? How had it fit in the tent?
"..."
He's distracted, because thinking about Devero doing all of that while having to endure the company of Koumyou's lifeless, sightless body, bled out and pale, laying right there on the muddy shore of the Yangzi river where he'd once found his newborn son is--
It's a lot.
It's a lot.
The most he'd let out since waking up in the luggage car had been the few tears he'd had escape on him just earlier in this conversation, tucked safely away in their cabin together. Now, the compartmentalization that he couldn't stop himself from keeping up finally cracks, and suddenly Devero has his arms full of violently-sobbing priest.
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Koumyou hadn't given any thought, really, to what must have happened in the direct aftermath. He'd only just realized Devero had taken the Seiten when he'd stepped onto his world to find him and the one on his shoulders had started to feel strange. Not weaker, not stronger, not fake, not real.
Just, out of sync with itself, with him. Like one singer within a massive chorus had shifted tone just a hair, and only through a soul-deep familiarity had he known the difference.
But Devero had had it with him, and that meant he had indeed collected it all up and its literally countless tendrils, and--
How had he even done that? How had it fit in the tent?
"..."
He's distracted, because thinking about Devero doing all of that while having to endure the company of Koumyou's lifeless, sightless body, bled out and pale, laying right there on the muddy shore of the Yangzi river where he'd once found his newborn son is--
It's a lot.
It's a lot.
The most he'd let out since waking up in the luggage car had been the few tears he'd had escape on him just earlier in this conversation, tucked safely away in their cabin together. Now, the compartmentalization that he couldn't stop himself from keeping up finally cracks, and suddenly Devero has his arms full of violently-sobbing priest.