[ There's an unreality stretched over this moment like a membrane. It's what roots Yoshiki in place when Lottie declares her intent. Is it horror that keeps him from intervening, or is it the steady assurance in her voice that lets him stay locked in cowardice?
He doesn't know. It doesn't matter. What matters is he lets her do it, and he knows he's done a terrible thing when her knees hit the ground.
He turns, and he's sorry he did. The thing looming over her is too awful to look at, a ruin that makes his guts clench and head swim. He doesn't know why he opened his eyes, either, except that he always does the wrong thing.
He shuts them tight enough to see stars dancing behind the lids and fumbles his way down to his knees next to Lottie, reaching out for her in the dark. The fingers of one hand feel shakily for her face, skimming over her jaw and cheek until he can clasp over her eyes. ]
Don't look. [ He tells her, voice breaking. ] Don't look, don't, it ain't her. It ain't who you think it is.
[ The way he's tangled up with her, they're huddled like supplicant at the foot of some kind of horrible god. Yoshiki pulls the token from his pocket and holds it up in front of them like a shield, his whole body trembling. ]
Don't hurt her. [ He says, blindly pressing his forehead into the soft mess of Lottie's head, and his tongue gets all clumsy in his mouth on the next word. ] P- please.
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He doesn't know. It doesn't matter. What matters is he lets her do it, and he knows he's done a terrible thing when her knees hit the ground.
He turns, and he's sorry he did. The thing looming over her is too awful to look at, a ruin that makes his guts clench and head swim. He doesn't know why he opened his eyes, either, except that he always does the wrong thing.
He shuts them tight enough to see stars dancing behind the lids and fumbles his way down to his knees next to Lottie, reaching out for her in the dark. The fingers of one hand feel shakily for her face, skimming over her jaw and cheek until he can clasp over her eyes. ]
Don't look. [ He tells her, voice breaking. ] Don't look, don't, it ain't her. It ain't who you think it is.
[ The way he's tangled up with her, they're huddled like supplicant at the foot of some kind of horrible god. Yoshiki pulls the token from his pocket and holds it up in front of them like a shield, his whole body trembling. ]
Don't hurt her. [ He says, blindly pressing his forehead into the soft mess of Lottie's head, and his tongue gets all clumsy in his mouth on the next word. ] P- please.