Characters: Zack, Tifa, Zell, Kunsel, and... Jim? Kind of? Location: House 43 Date: Day 72 Summary: Jim tries to take out a monster and fails miserably. Warnings: Death, violence, grief? You know, Snowhell stuff.
[She can't deal with this right now. She just doesn't have the energy left for it. She shakes her head, covering her face for a moment before raking a hand through her hair.]
Stop it. Please, just stop.
[She's not sure if she's asking him to stop talking about it altogether or to stop blaming himself, or to stop yelling. Maybe all of them. She just wishes she could keep her voice steady, or stop her hands from shaking.]
[ At first, the pleas seem like they'll go unheard as he continues to glare her way. As he continues fighting uneven breaths and his hand starts up like he's going to start gesturing and yelling again, but no... No, instead it covers his face, clutches to it. Instead, he finds himself fighting away a sob that tries to sneak between. He roughly brushes his eyes dry before running both hands through his hand, gripping it harshly in the end, head ducked.
He moves his lips to say something- anything -but nothing comes out. His eye grow distant again, ugly memories glazed over his vision. ]
[Even through the anger and grief and exhaustion, his reaction hurts her. She wants to reach out and do something, to let him know she doesn't blame him, that it wasn't his fault, but there's a distance between them. She's not sure how to overcome it, even though she wants to try, and she doesn't know how he would react to her if she did. For a moment, she just stands there, rubbing her hands up and down her arms as she stares at the floor. She's not sure how much longer they can keep this up, and honestly... Zack has been trying to keep himself strong the entire time she's been here. Seeing him finally break down is a little scary. A little heartbreaking. And she feels worthless, knowing she's not helping and knowing there's nothing she can do to help.]
Zack...
[She doesn't know where she's going with that. There's nothing, really, to say.]
And maybe that's why after another struggling minute he takes to attempt to wrestle for self-control, he slowly releases his hands from his hair. He doesn't look up at her. Doesn't seem to even acknowledge her presence all of a sudden. Wordlessly, he slips past her like a phantom of himself with something of what might have been a shake to his head. The thud of boots on the stairwell echoes loudly in the silence. ]
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Stop it. Please, just stop.
[She's not sure if she's asking him to stop talking about it altogether or to stop blaming himself, or to stop yelling. Maybe all of them. She just wishes she could keep her voice steady, or stop her hands from shaking.]
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He moves his lips to say something- anything -but nothing comes out. His eye grow distant again, ugly memories glazed over his vision. ]
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Zack...
[She doesn't know where she's going with that. There's nothing, really, to say.]
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Well. Nothing that wouldn't make things worse.
And maybe that's why after another struggling minute he takes to attempt to wrestle for self-control, he slowly releases his hands from his hair. He doesn't look up at her. Doesn't seem to even acknowledge her presence all of a sudden. Wordlessly, he slips past her like a phantom of himself with something of what might have been a shake to his head. The thud of boots on the stairwell echoes loudly in the silence. ]