Jan 06, 2009 23:26
[ On foot, Kunsel runs for where Sion's house used to be, trying to pick his way through the rubble. In his hurry he stumbles and falls several times only to scramble back to his feet, running the way some people would run for their lives. It's hardly uncommon knowledge that there's little Kunsel wouldn't do for a friend, but with Sion things are different. They have a score to settle. Kunsel never asked for Sion to take that shot for him, but hell if Kunsel isn't going to repay that somehow.
More than that, though. Selfishly, he wants to get there and see with his own eyes. He wants to chase away the only way he's been able to remember Sion the last few years, of his friend's last breath bubbling at pale blue lips as the ground slowly turned black from the blood soaking into it.
He curses as he cuts his arm trying to catch himself after some of his footing gives. ]
Sion! Sai! Where the hell are you?!
[ Reality vanishes in a flash of light, and for a moment Midgar's pale sun seems more like the florescent glow of the bathroom light and the wind blowing could easily be running water. The blood running down his arm doesn't seem like his own and he chokes on his breath, shutting his eyes. No. This was too cruel to be an elaborate joke. Sion had to be out here. He had said so. Kunsel just has to look. ]
Sai! SION! I'm here, dammit, I'm--
sion,
action post,
whee ptsd,
brb angsting