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snowblindrpg2016-05-12 04:23 pm
powersouls) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-05-12 04:23 pm
powersouls) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-05-12 04:23 pm
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You can thank him later.
There was always a chance that something could go wrong in ways you were ill prepared for, always a chance that things could go sideways in new and spectacular ways that you hadn't even thought of. Always a chance that you'd underestimated your opponent, always a chance that you're numbers weren't strong enough. Always a chance that you'd be leaving without someone or with your original intention failed.
Always.
And yet you had to keep going, had to keep trying, because if you didn't, no one else would.]
Sometimes it's not about how many people you have on your side, but who those people are that counts. Why they're fighting. Your friends are going to look at you, and they're going to expect you to be strong. To know what your reason is.
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[Sora finally looks over at Cloud and there's a determined spark in his eyes but there's also something heavy weighing down on him. It had been there since he arrived in this place, he'd just been carefully hiding it.
But now? Sitting here in the dark like this? It's hard to keep it all together.
He's not going to ever give up; this kid will definitely fight until his last breath but even with all the optimism in the world, he still can't help but feel a bit..overwhelmed. And worried. So very worried.]
And I'm not going to give up. I'm not--Xehanort isn't going to win. I know that in my heart. [He looks away again and he sits up a bit so he can place a hand over his heart, hand gripping his shirt in the process.] I have people...there are people that aren't with us anymore that I have to fight for, too. People that have given me strength since all of this started. So I know we're going to win. I'm just terrified of what..what might be lost in the end, you know?
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Those words and the ones that follow them cause something to twist painfully within his chest, cause his heart to skip a beat before pounding rapidly back to life. Suffering a loss so grave, so deep that it was enough to break you and being forced to continue on, being forced to move forward, to keep fighting, even without that person at your side.
It never went away. That pain, that confusion, that knowledge. Wondering if there was more you could have done, thinking back over that moment over and over and over, imagining it a hundred, a thousand different ways, all with different outcomes.
It was because of those losses that one became stronger, that one became more determined to protect those who were left behind. To become braver, to know that their loss would break you entirely.]
Yeah. I know. [Probably better than anyone.] But being brave doesn't mean you're not afraid. It means you have something worth protecting. So you gotta keep fighting, even if it seems impossible. Because you can't stand the thought of losing anything else.
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But there are times when he just wants a break. Wants to be able to look at the people he cares about and know that they're safe. Why can't it ever be that easy?
When he finally speaks his voice is barely above a whisper, his eyes closing as he ducks his head.]
I won't give up. I can't give up. Not with so much on the line. [Every single world was depending on him and the other keyblade wielders.] I can't let fear control me though. I know that--it almost did a few times. With Ansem and Xemnas...and then when Xehanort tried to take my heart away. [His eyes open and he looks up at Cloud, frowning softly but there's a determined edge to it.] I won't let any of that stop me, though. I can't.
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Those words, spoken so softly into the darkness, that spark of determination, the promise contained within it all caused a soft smile to cross his features, even as he reached out, gloved fingers tangling in brown spikes and rubbing, thoroughly messing up any structure they previously contained.]
You're gonna be fine. [And a little shove for good measure, just in case the message hadn't quite gotten through.] Your friends are pretty lucky to have you on their side.
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Hey, that's--
[He goes still, hand on Cloud's wrist as he looks up at the other and after a tick a smile creeps onto his face.]
I'm the one that's lucky. I wouldn't be who I am today without all of them!
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Thank you.
If only you were taller, you could probably get away with doing it back. Such are the privileges of being adopted by an over grown chocobo.]
Are you always this optimistic?
[Doesn't that get exhausting after the first hour or so?]
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One day he's going to be tall enough to do it, you just wait!]
I guess I am. [Insert sheepish smile here as he looks down.] I just want to make sure others don't get weighed down by everything. I want to keep their spirits up!