Hearing Mithos speak, he felt some of his fear dissipate. He was right. This wasn't going to be forever, and when they were reunited again, this moment would feel so insignificant. And until she was back, Mithos would be right here, at his side.
He didn't need to feel scared or lonely. He squeezed Mithos's hand back. They would both have their sisters with them again soon. He wouldn't let Mithos suffer alone, either. Not anymore.
After a few moments, he cautiously approached her bedside, eyes fixed on her form beneath the sheet. There wasn't any smell or anything like he imagined there would be. His free hand gentle brushed against the sheet as he knelt at her side. He could do this. Mithos was with him. And he had to do this to bring her back.
Carefully, he folded up the sheet, nervous about what he might find underneath—but it was just her hand, the same as it always was. Not gnarled or skeletal or bloody. Just pale and smooth, resting at her side. He let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He could do this. For the first time in a long time, he finally released Mithos's hand to gently cradle hers. It was cold, and as limp as it looked, it didn't fold in his hands. She was still dead. No matter how she looked, he was still dead. For now, he reminded himself.
Now that he was here at her side, there was so much he wanted to say, but all the apologies and promises swimming in his head went unspoken. When they were alone, when he had her Exsphere, he would tell her everything. Just like he should have when she was still alive. Until then, until it was just the two of them, he waited. They would have forever to talk, and even more time after that. Mithos had promised him.
Lightly squeezing her hand, he made one more silent promise not to fail her this time. His hand shifted up to roll up her sleeve, his fingers brushing against the curved metal of her Keycrest-
-though as he turned it in his hand, there was nothing there but a void where her Exsphere should be.
Which was impossible. He blinked, and he felt his heart shoot in his throat. This wasn't right. Her Exsphere had to be there. It couldn't just disappear. His hands shook, looking over her wrist again and again like he just happened to overlook it and it was still right there.
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Date: 2015-12-18 09:31 pm (UTC)He didn't need to feel scared or lonely. He squeezed Mithos's hand back. They would both have their sisters with them again soon. He wouldn't let Mithos suffer alone, either. Not anymore.
After a few moments, he cautiously approached her bedside, eyes fixed on her form beneath the sheet. There wasn't any smell or anything like he imagined there would be. His free hand gentle brushed against the sheet as he knelt at her side. He could do this. Mithos was with him. And he had to do this to bring her back.
Carefully, he folded up the sheet, nervous about what he might find underneath—but it was just her hand, the same as it always was. Not gnarled or skeletal or bloody. Just pale and smooth, resting at her side. He let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He could do this. For the first time in a long time, he finally released Mithos's hand to gently cradle hers. It was cold, and as limp as it looked, it didn't fold in his hands. She was still dead. No matter how she looked, he was still dead. For now, he reminded himself.
Now that he was here at her side, there was so much he wanted to say, but all the apologies and promises swimming in his head went unspoken. When they were alone, when he had her Exsphere, he would tell her everything. Just like he should have when she was still alive. Until then, until it was just the two of them, he waited. They would have forever to talk, and even more time after that. Mithos had promised him.
Lightly squeezing her hand, he made one more silent promise not to fail her this time. His hand shifted up to roll up her sleeve, his fingers brushing against the curved metal of her Keycrest-
-though as he turned it in his hand, there was nothing there but a void where her Exsphere should be.
Which was impossible. He blinked, and he felt his heart shoot in his throat. This wasn't right. Her Exsphere had to be there. It couldn't just disappear. His hands shook, looking over her wrist again and again like he just happened to overlook it and it was still right there.
But it wasn't. "Mithos, what is this?"