[ Hibiki isn't sure what she expects when she carefully embraces him, but when he pulls her in, clinging to her like he's afraid she'll suddenly disappear into the aether, she doesn't hold back. All at once, she tightens her embrace, her head rested against his.
It doesn't matter that he smells like death, that (once again) her golden hair is stained with each gentle stroke of his hand. None of that matters right now. She just has to stay composed, she can't let herself get upset--
But when Kaito shakes, clearly trying not to cry himself as he chokes out a few words, she loses it. When he squeezes her, she can't help but do the same, shaking as she tries so desperately to not start sobbing herself. This isn't like her; she isn't the type to show or tell people how she's feeling, let alone crying openly like this. What does she say? What can she say? ]
I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.
[ If she had enough sense in this moment, she would lead them away from here. Even where they stand now is dangerous, and the smell of blood is likely to draw any number of monsters to them like moths to a flame. Taking another shallow, ragged breath, she squeezes him tightly before slowly, reluctantly, releasing him. Her hand runs down his arm before finding his hand, threading her fingers between his. ]
...But we can't stay here, not like this.
[ Taking a breath, she looks up at him with a fragile smile, her face and hair stained where they came in contact with damp fabric or skin. Tilting her head girlishly, her eyes still wet, she attempts to lead him. ]
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It doesn't matter that he smells like death, that (once again) her golden hair is stained with each gentle stroke of his hand. None of that matters right now. She just has to stay composed, she can't let herself get upset--
But when Kaito shakes, clearly trying not to cry himself as he chokes out a few words, she loses it. When he squeezes her, she can't help but do the same, shaking as she tries so desperately to not start sobbing herself. This isn't like her; she isn't the type to show or tell people how she's feeling, let alone crying openly like this. What does she say? What can she say? ]
I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.
[ If she had enough sense in this moment, she would lead them away from here. Even where they stand now is dangerous, and the smell of blood is likely to draw any number of monsters to them like moths to a flame. Taking another shallow, ragged breath, she squeezes him tightly before slowly, reluctantly, releasing him. Her hand runs down his arm before finding his hand, threading her fingers between his. ]
...But we can't stay here, not like this.
[ Taking a breath, she looks up at him with a fragile smile, her face and hair stained where they came in contact with damp fabric or skin. Tilting her head girlishly, her eyes still wet, she attempts to lead him. ]
You'll come with me... right?