[ Red doesn't care either for the risk of ruined furniture in the form of emotional marks. Maybe later if he were to be more thoughtful for whoever might have the room one day in the future, but that was an awareness Red didn't own.
But there was a bubble of air he did have, lodged in his throat. This is the part where he was meant to continue on talking--quicker than the doubt crawling over his skin, the slow increase of his breath that isn't anything alarming yet, but still concerns him in this world where feeling meant everything. His fingers curl in his pockets and then relax, just to have something for them to do, while his mind refused to weave together words and his voice, too, apparently didn't want to say.
And yet the words come, once forced out of him. ]
We met up some point during the fight. Silver and me. [ It's taking a step back, but whatever works. ] We were doing what we could to stop some of the fighting, and that's when we saw them. They were already out of control by then, going after people still stuck in the city. The best we could do was make them come after us--they jumped up on the rooftops, away from everybody else.
[ Somewhere during it, he's found a section of the inner walls to focus on, the outline of a small side table in a dark colour to his left and a blotch of a plain white wall messing with his eyes, the skirting board just within sight down below. ]
Silver tried to use Gyarados's strength on them-- a hydro pump. It was strong, but-- ...It didn't matter. It didn't work. [ His hands hung from his sides now, his voice near monotonous. ] He went after them after that, and...
...They fell.
[ 'And that was that'.
He might as well have said that too. It sounded weak as it was, disrespectful on the other trainer and his pokémon-- but even with how he hates the words, say something else that made it sound like that wasn't all ('they did everything they could, Silver did his best-') all Red can do is swallow down hard against a drying throat.
It wasn't even the end. ]
I snapped. [ The words come out softly, and they continue to fight between that and something stronger and neutral. ] I went after them with Charizard, and we fought. I thought they killed the both of them. [ ... ] I wanted them to pay.
[ He wanted them to suffer.
He remembers. And that's something he doesn't want to do, but there was no avoiding it forever. Red starts to continue on despite the day growing ever closer in him, a rosy colour now on his cheeks and a tickling along his bottom lids, but his voice catches on his own breath and he stops, and that faraway gaze breaks with reality coming too near, shaking his head, and talking in the air despite the heaviness surrounding him. ]
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But there was a bubble of air he did have, lodged in his throat. This is the part where he was meant to continue on talking--quicker than the doubt crawling over his skin, the slow increase of his breath that isn't anything alarming yet, but still concerns him in this world where feeling meant everything. His fingers curl in his pockets and then relax, just to have something for them to do, while his mind refused to weave together words and his voice, too, apparently didn't want to say.
And yet the words come, once forced out of him. ]
We met up some point during the fight. Silver and me. [ It's taking a step back, but whatever works. ] We were doing what we could to stop some of the fighting, and that's when we saw them. They were already out of control by then, going after people still stuck in the city. The best we could do was make them come after us--they jumped up on the rooftops, away from everybody else.
[ Somewhere during it, he's found a section of the inner walls to focus on, the outline of a small side table in a dark colour to his left and a blotch of a plain white wall messing with his eyes, the skirting board just within sight down below. ]
Silver tried to use Gyarados's strength on them-- a hydro pump. It was strong, but-- ...It didn't matter. It didn't work. [ His hands hung from his sides now, his voice near monotonous. ] He went after them after that, and...
...They fell.
[ 'And that was that'.
He might as well have said that too. It sounded weak as it was, disrespectful on the other trainer and his pokémon-- but even with how he hates the words, say something else that made it sound like that wasn't all ('they did everything they could, Silver did his best-') all Red can do is swallow down hard against a drying throat.
It wasn't even the end. ]
I snapped. [ The words come out softly, and they continue to fight between that and something stronger and neutral. ] I went after them with Charizard, and we fought. I thought they killed the both of them. [ ... ] I wanted them to pay.
[ He wanted them to suffer.
He remembers. And that's something he doesn't want to do, but there was no avoiding it forever. Red starts to continue on despite the day growing ever closer in him, a rosy colour now on his cheeks and a tickling along his bottom lids, but his voice catches on his own breath and he stops, and that faraway gaze breaks with reality coming too near, shaking his head, and talking in the air despite the heaviness surrounding him. ]
--A second. Just give me a second...