(It happens the same way for us, ocassionally. Especially when we draw on too much power at once.) ( you grow up in the shadow of that fear in kossos, of the day you hit your wall and buckle.
aristaeus watches mavis, now. lingers on her face. remembers the day they first met, amidst the fires of the kuruko camp. how she'd fought him, then. how she hadn't stopped since. ) (She's different, though. Stronger. And so fucking stubborn. If there's a way back from this, she'll find it.)
[The information that something similar could happen to Aristaeus might normally have Murphy considering it as a hivemind thing. A common failing of the system, another con to sit with the rest. In the moment, though, it just makes his grip tighten on Aristaeus' hand, an unthinking gesture born from the ache the idea had pressed into what was already an open wound. Don't go. Don't leave me, too.]
( I'm kind of crap at hope. )
[As dull as any such admission could be. Watching Mavis too. Hearing what Aristaeus says, knowing it's true, wanting Mavis back and awake, and still, still not able to believe.]
( he catches the tail end of the thought, the desperation of it prompting him to turn and regard murphy again. to linger on his face a moment.
what could he say to that? to any of it? despite what they thought, he'd never been the talker, had stepped awkwardly into the role because mavis had been more comfortable with silence and someone had to fill the space. mavis would know what to do now, he can't help but think. even without the words, she'd know how to restore murphy's belief. )
Then don't hope, trust. She loves you too much to leave you behind.
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aristaeus watches mavis, now. lingers on her face. remembers the day they first met, amidst the fires of the kuruko camp. how she'd fought him, then. how she hadn't stopped since. ) ( She's different, though. Stronger. And so fucking stubborn. If there's a way back from this, she'll find it. )
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( I'm kind of crap at hope. )
[As dull as any such admission could be. Watching Mavis too. Hearing what Aristaeus says, knowing it's true, wanting Mavis back and awake, and still, still not able to believe.]
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what could he say to that? to any of it? despite what they thought, he'd never been the talker, had stepped awkwardly into the role because mavis had been more comfortable with silence and someone had to fill the space. mavis would know what to do now, he can't help but think. even without the words, she'd know how to restore murphy's belief. )
Then don't hope, trust. She loves you too much to leave you behind.