[The melody was wordless true, but it said something that words couldn't convey. What it meant either Hope couldn't understand, but the pain seemed to numb a little. There was a little pocket of clarity which he fought to get too within his mind.
He clung tighter for a moment before rationality started to fight it's way to clarity. Whatever time they had, shouldn't be filled with pain. It wouldn't be worth it to be so... wrapped up in the thought of the end. Take each day as it comes.
He looked up at her. This was Lightning. If anyone could escape death? If anyone could die and not be dead? It was his big sis. The sobs started to shake his body less, and the crying thinned, the tears still rolled down his cheeks as little waterfalls of pain, but he was regaining control.
He wiped one eye with a gloved hand. M-Mom... He prayed internally. Mom... if... Lightning is really up there with you... Can you... can you look after her for me? Till... Till I'm ready to catch you up?
Maybe it was the crying, maybe it was the hysteria, but he swore he heard a little matronly chuckle and his shoulder felt a cool, yet warming touch. A motherly one.]
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Date: 17/2/12 13:22 (UTC)He clung tighter for a moment before rationality started to fight it's way to clarity. Whatever time they had, shouldn't be filled with pain. It wouldn't be worth it to be so... wrapped up in the thought of the end. Take each day as it comes.
He looked up at her. This was Lightning. If anyone could escape death? If anyone could die and not be dead? It was his big sis. The sobs started to shake his body less, and the crying thinned, the tears still rolled down his cheeks as little waterfalls of pain, but he was regaining control.
He wiped one eye with a gloved hand. M-Mom... He prayed internally. Mom... if... Lightning is really up there with you... Can you... can you look after her for me? Till... Till I'm ready to catch you up?
Maybe it was the crying, maybe it was the hysteria, but he swore he heard a little matronly chuckle and his shoulder felt a cool, yet warming touch. A motherly one.]