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pinned_butterfly[Soubi's school is probably going to fail him for his absences this semester. Kio is probably on the point of breaking into his apartment. His neighbors must think he has died.
But Soubi isn't concerned with any of this at the moment. He isn't concerned with anything at all. His mind is a complete, numb blank that still manages to be devastatingly painful. His body feels leaden and weak; the idea of food or drink makes him sick and the notion of movement is exhausting. Swallowing is a struggle, drawing breath is almost too much of a chore to bother with. His eyelids are heavy, but his eyes do not want to close. And his heart, in cruel irony, has been beating fit to burst for days. Jitters run and shake through a body that has no more will to be restless.
Seimei is gone. His Sacrifice, his master, his god. He has died, just as he said he would. He is gone, gone. What reason is there to live anymore? If Seimei had not told him not to die, he would already be dead. His last order, carried out to the end.
So now Soubi sits, without moving, and waits for nothing at the Seven Voices Academy. The familiar rooms are alien to his glazed eyes. His body is alien. He feels he will never be whole again. His mind hopelessly cries for something, a sign, a feeling, the tiniest hint of what he is supposed to do now. But none has come. None will come. Because Seimei is gone. What can he do but wait until he dies naturally?]
But Soubi isn't concerned with any of this at the moment. He isn't concerned with anything at all. His mind is a complete, numb blank that still manages to be devastatingly painful. His body feels leaden and weak; the idea of food or drink makes him sick and the notion of movement is exhausting. Swallowing is a struggle, drawing breath is almost too much of a chore to bother with. His eyelids are heavy, but his eyes do not want to close. And his heart, in cruel irony, has been beating fit to burst for days. Jitters run and shake through a body that has no more will to be restless.
Seimei is gone. His Sacrifice, his master, his god. He has died, just as he said he would. He is gone, gone. What reason is there to live anymore? If Seimei had not told him not to die, he would already be dead. His last order, carried out to the end.
So now Soubi sits, without moving, and waits for nothing at the Seven Voices Academy. The familiar rooms are alien to his glazed eyes. His body is alien. He feels he will never be whole again. His mind hopelessly cries for something, a sign, a feeling, the tiniest hint of what he is supposed to do now. But none has come. None will come. Because Seimei is gone. What can he do but wait until he dies naturally?]