Everything feels worse at night. It soaks into his bones, into his veins, and he tries to rest it away, but it doesn't go anywhere. Instead, he cries, on and off - silently, without any sort of heaving shoulders or dramatics, just quiet tears as he stares at the bodies of the girls he's grown so fond of. They might come back. They might not.
He stays up because he can't sleep, and because he doesn't trust their bodies to not just vanish. They don't. Better to be sure.
Royce looks exhausted in the morning, circles dark under his eyes. He hadn't changed either, he's just - silent, still curled next to Tifa. He keeps thinking about how her hair spilled out dark against the snow, the red soak of blood in the snow - like Gwen.
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Everything feels worse at night. It soaks into his bones, into his veins, and he tries to rest it away, but it doesn't go anywhere. Instead, he cries, on and off - silently, without any sort of heaving shoulders or dramatics, just quiet tears as he stares at the bodies of the girls he's grown so fond of. They might come back. They might not.
He stays up because he can't sleep, and because he doesn't trust their bodies to not just vanish. They don't. Better to be sure.
Royce looks exhausted in the morning, circles dark under his eyes. He hadn't changed either, he's just - silent, still curled next to Tifa. He keeps thinking about how her hair spilled out dark against the snow, the red soak of blood in the snow - like Gwen.
It was a lot like Gwen. ]