[ she can hold his hand. they are both a little fucked up, but not anymore than when he was punching trees a few weeks ago. he's frowning up as he holds her ]
It's not how it happened. [ he still doesn't say how it actually happened, because he is lucid enough to think nope!!! on that. instead he confesses, like he needs to get it off his chest: ] I'm... I let you get hurt. And Hung died. And Lillium's friend. And--and--
[ he kind of... laughs? ]
They gave me his strawhat. How'd that fucking thing make it?
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Date: 2023-10-20 06:01 am (UTC)It's not how it happened. [ he still doesn't say how it actually happened, because he is lucid enough to think nope!!! on that. instead he confesses, like he needs to get it off his chest: ] I'm... I let you get hurt. And Hung died. And Lillium's friend. And--and--
[ he kind of... laughs? ]
They gave me his strawhat. How'd that fucking thing make it?