[Even when he was kicked at, when the two idiots threw rocks to try to keep him from following, he hadn't really realized they were there. Ace was too deep in this sickening weighted place inside of him, his mind building up scenario after scenario, trying to remember the gap in time that he can't place, to even really acknowledge life around him. The burning that came was involuntary, a reaction to keep him safe from even the weakest of threats.
The fact that nothing happens defensively when he's grabbed by Marco is a testament to their bond. And suddenly, every snaps. His mind opens in a way that he's not quite ready for, and the ache in his torso is worse by far, and he clings and claws at him. There's not enough contact, not enough to hold to, no amount of Marco's presence feels like enough at first.
And he sobs. He met death with dignity, but this maddening fear and pain have built up. And all he can do is press his face against Marco and cry out the agony that he can't find words for.
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The fact that nothing happens defensively when he's grabbed by Marco is a testament to their bond. And suddenly, every snaps. His mind opens in a way that he's not quite ready for, and the ache in his torso is worse by far, and he clings and claws at him. There's not enough contact, not enough to hold to, no amount of Marco's presence feels like enough at first.
And he sobs. He met death with dignity, but this maddening fear and pain have built up. And all he can do is press his face against Marco and cry out the agony that he can't find words for.
He died. And he wasn't even allowed to rest.]