[He keeps his hand there, unsure if it's helping but hoping it would and that a gentle touch like this would be able to reassure Ayato that Aether is here for him.
But the words that are finally spoken by the other come like a violent cold wave. They freeze his blood and make his heart drop. It takes him a moment to realize that he's stopped breathing.]
You... died... [He repeats and the thought sounds so unrealistic, so impossible, that Aether wants to question it.
But then he remembers Thoma. He remembers how depressed he looked when Aether visited him. He remembers how badly he tried to hide something from him.
So he knew... He knew that Ayato died.]
But... you came back. [He's still feeling dizzy from this revelation. His hand falls from Ayato's back and tries to press against the other's hand instead, as if to check if he's indeed alive.] Are you... Does it hurt anywhere? Do you need something? [Helplessness hits him.
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But the words that are finally spoken by the other come like a violent cold wave. They freeze his blood and make his heart drop. It takes him a moment to realize that he's stopped breathing.]
You... died... [He repeats and the thought sounds so unrealistic, so impossible, that Aether wants to question it.
But then he remembers Thoma. He remembers how depressed he looked when Aether visited him. He remembers how badly he tried to hide something from him.
So he knew... He knew that Ayato died.]
But... you came back. [He's still feeling dizzy from this revelation. His hand falls from Ayato's back and tries to press against the other's hand instead, as if to check if he's indeed alive.] Are you... Does it hurt anywhere? Do you need something? [Helplessness hits him.
His friend died and he didn't even know.]