[ Wherever they are, Red reaches for his hands. One for each, pulling them towards him but not entirely away from Komaeda, letting his own rest in his lap. ]
Komaeda. [ He says his name softly, yet not to be missed. A calm begins to permeates around them like a new fresh air--one Red that could press into those hands, but he doesn't. He just lets it linger like a blanket, knitted together with an understanding. ]
It's scary. [ His own head hangs, looking at those hands: one metal, one not. Brainwashed--that was never quite the pair of words Red had ever used to be consumed and made one way, but he knows it in his own fashion. And maybe it's that which leads him to the next thought, knowing he shouldn't, but-- ]
I can give you one of Jude's containers. You can mix what's inside it with your dunamis.
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Date: 2017-06-12 01:51 pm (UTC)[ Wherever they are, Red reaches for his hands. One for each, pulling them towards him but not entirely away from Komaeda, letting his own rest in his lap. ]
Komaeda. [ He says his name softly, yet not to be missed. A calm begins to permeates around them like a new fresh air--one Red that could press into those hands, but he doesn't. He just lets it linger like a blanket, knitted together with an understanding. ]
It's scary. [ His own head hangs, looking at those hands: one metal, one not. Brainwashed--that was never quite the pair of words Red had ever used to be consumed and made one way, but he knows it in his own fashion. And maybe it's that which leads him to the next thought, knowing he shouldn't, but-- ]
I can give you one of Jude's containers. You can mix what's inside it with your dunamis.
[ He'll just say he lost it. It doesn't matter. ]