[ It's just the kind of person Sorey is. Not wanting to burden anyone with his own problems, wanting to push forward and do whatever he can to help everyone. But he finds himself hesitating with Mikleo in his way now and an even firmer touch to his tone.
It's another moment where something like this feels familiar. It causes a throb to his head and one hand clutches as he gets a harder dizzy spell. Today is just really not his day. He's staggering and has to lean against the nearest wall to help keep himself up with support.
With Mikleo it feels like there's plenty of moments where he feels like he can remember something in his past- nothing clear, always hazy. He kinda wishes it didn't happen now of all times as though to prove a point. But he knows Mikleo is right in this situation.
He really, really wants to do something. But he can't very much hide it from Mikleo when he can feel what it is Sorey is feeling. He's quiet now, seeming defeated, after all he can't really help himself since any more pushing and Mikleo really does sound like he'll drag him by force back. He's got no other choice. He's quiet as he raises his ceremonial sword before sticking it back into its sheath.
There's a painful swallow as he bites back the bile from rising up his throat. The feel of helplessness cutting deeper than any knife. ] Okay. ..We'll head back.
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[ It's just the kind of person Sorey is. Not wanting to burden anyone with his own problems, wanting to push forward and do whatever he can to help everyone. But he finds himself hesitating with Mikleo in his way now and an even firmer touch to his tone.
It's another moment where something like this feels familiar. It causes a throb to his head and one hand clutches as he gets a harder dizzy spell. Today is just really not his day. He's staggering and has to lean against the nearest wall to help keep himself up with support.
With Mikleo it feels like there's plenty of moments where he feels like he can remember something in his past- nothing clear, always hazy. He kinda wishes it didn't happen now of all times as though to prove a point. But he knows Mikleo is right in this situation.
He really, really wants to do something. But he can't very much hide it from Mikleo when he can feel what it is Sorey is feeling. He's quiet now, seeming defeated, after all he can't really help himself since any more pushing and Mikleo really does sound like he'll drag him by force back. He's got no other choice. He's quiet as he raises his ceremonial sword before sticking it back into its sheath.
There's a painful swallow as he bites back the bile from rising up his throat. The feel of helplessness cutting deeper than any knife. ] Okay. ..We'll head back.