[he thinks about his dream, of infinitely filling earth and a fire making the air as hot as Shoot's fever had been, humidity coagulating in his own lungs... it contrasts the cold shower and the stern gaze of the younger Haibane too starkly, and his gaze drops under the dark, matted hair clinging to his forehead]
...Cedar. I remember... cedar trees. [it isn't the most prevalent part of his dream, it isn't his blood or sweat or graves, it isn't his leaking blisters or the shine of a working shovel or his muscles pumping acid as strains himself, and it isn't the embers floating in the air]
[but it does feel like the most comfortable part of that dream -- the fuel, the tinder and kindle, the consumables for the sake of destruction: this is his new name]
[sensing the worst has passed, a broad back checks into the tile wall of the stall, face barely being misted, teeth still a-chatter but they're stilling rapidly; what takes its place is a slightly accelerated breathing and pulse ]
Tch... there's got to be somewhere more comfortable we can get you. Can you walk back the way you came? [he doesn't particularly want to carry him, but he will if he has to]
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...Cedar. I remember... cedar trees. [it isn't the most prevalent part of his dream, it isn't his blood or sweat or graves, it isn't his leaking blisters or the shine of a working shovel or his muscles pumping acid as strains himself, and it isn't the embers floating in the air]
[but it does feel like the most comfortable part of that dream -- the fuel, the tinder and kindle, the consumables for the sake of destruction: this is his new name]
[sensing the worst has passed, a broad back checks into the tile wall of the stall, face barely being misted, teeth still a-chatter but they're stilling rapidly; what takes its place is a slightly accelerated breathing and pulse ]
Tch... there's got to be somewhere more comfortable we can get you. Can you walk back the way you came? [he doesn't particularly want to carry him, but he will if he has to]