"I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be here! I don't know how I'm here. I'm-I don't want to die!"
[All of his world is shaking at hearing Marco's one horrible sob, it reverberates and he's still so confused. And he feels so damn guilty. He hurt one of his brothers, no, he hurt all of his brothers. Pops too. And he left them and went to that cold place of darkness that he can't remember no matter how hard he tries to.
He failed them. All of them.] "So sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to go."
[Two years, two years. So much can happen in two years, and he just clings again, refusing to move away for anything now. And he trembles, another fit coming fast and hard, leaving him unable to stop the tears this time.] "I'm okay. I'm okay. It's okay. Is Luffy alright? What happened? Pops? It's kind of blurry, what happened at the end. I can't remember exactly. I... Please." [He's not sure what he's asking for, honestly. He doesn't know if it's for information, for more comfort, for anything at all. Maybe he's just pleading with his own existence, not talking to Marco at all. It's just too much, and he doesn't know what to say.
So he just breathes slowly for a moment, trying to work his hand against Marco's back, trying to be soothing when he's still sobbing himself.] I'm here. I'm here now. I don't want to go back. [Soothing is a lot easier when you're not fresh from the grave, unfortunately.]
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Date: 2019-02-18 05:22 am (UTC)[All of his world is shaking at hearing Marco's one horrible sob, it reverberates and he's still so confused. And he feels so damn guilty. He hurt one of his brothers, no, he hurt all of his brothers. Pops too. And he left them and went to that cold place of darkness that he can't remember no matter how hard he tries to.
He failed them. All of them.] "So sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to go."
[Two years, two years. So much can happen in two years, and he just clings again, refusing to move away for anything now. And he trembles, another fit coming fast and hard, leaving him unable to stop the tears this time.] "I'm okay. I'm okay. It's okay. Is Luffy alright? What happened? Pops? It's kind of blurry, what happened at the end. I can't remember exactly. I... Please." [He's not sure what he's asking for, honestly. He doesn't know if it's for information, for more comfort, for anything at all. Maybe he's just pleading with his own existence, not talking to Marco at all. It's just too much, and he doesn't know what to say.
So he just breathes slowly for a moment, trying to work his hand against Marco's back, trying to be soothing when he's still sobbing himself.] I'm here. I'm here now. I don't want to go back. [Soothing is a lot easier when you're not fresh from the grave, unfortunately.]