You are not nothing without your powers, you still exist.
If only that were true. If only he could have agreed with that statement.
At some point he doesn't know when did he stop thinking about his own hopes and dreams. The burrow in his heart had grown into a gaping void- lacking any colour but a recycled mess of past hues instead. Where adding each colour shifts the grading to an ugly green to a dull brown. That's how his existence felt.
Nothing less. Nothing more.
He goes quiet as he feels Futaba sit next to him, the skin under his clothes flinching when she leans in- talking about the true nature of this place. For a moment his grief stalls as his chin suddenly whips up to look at Futaba- horror lacing those widened grey eyes.
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You are not nothing without your powers, you still exist.
If only that were true.
If only he could have agreed with that statement.
At some point he doesn't know when did he stop thinking about his own hopes and dreams. The burrow in his heart had grown into a gaping void- lacking any colour but a recycled mess of past hues instead. Where adding each colour shifts the grading to an ugly green to a dull brown. That's how his existence felt.
Nothing less. Nothing more.
He goes quiet as he feels Futaba sit next to him, the skin under his clothes flinching when she leans in- talking about the true nature of this place. For a moment his grief stalls as his chin suddenly whips up to look at Futaba- horror lacing those widened grey eyes.