Woah, woah, woah, hang on! (jonas raises a hand to stop hibiki from continuing the thought, eyes wide as they seek hers.) You want to follow him? Headless Satan who literally just killed, like, a dozen people on horseback with a longsword? Here's an idea: Fuck that. Are you crazy?
(it's not the most eloquent jonas has been and it's not the nicest either, but trauma rears its ugly head. his reaction feels justified when he has blood on the soles of his shoes, and his conviction only grows into something immovably stubborn when his attention is split between hibiki, the man who just died in her arms, and the haunting cries of anguished civilians.
never mind the hierarchy heads separated and found metres from their bodies. never mind that his hands shake at his sides until his fingers curl into tight fists.
one raises, pointing out over the destruction.)
There is no way I'm going anywhere near that guy or his... Hansel and Gretel death trail that could lead to God-knows-whereβa murder lair. I'm going to stay right here and help where I can, and you should do the same. We're not detectives, we'reβno.
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(it's not the most eloquent jonas has been and it's not the nicest either, but trauma rears its ugly head. his reaction feels justified when he has blood on the soles of his shoes, and his conviction only grows into something immovably stubborn when his attention is split between hibiki, the man who just died in her arms, and the haunting cries of anguished civilians.
never mind the hierarchy heads separated and found metres from their bodies. never mind that his hands shake at his sides until his fingers curl into tight fists.
one raises, pointing out over the destruction.)
There is no way I'm going anywhere near that guy or his... Hansel and Gretel death trail that could lead to God-knows-whereβa murder lair. I'm going to stay right here and help where I can, and you should do the same. We're not detectives, we'reβno.
That's trouble. That's dangerous.