[ Sometimes Ephemera wonders if his team would have stuck together as long as they had if Hunter hadn't fought so goddamn hard to keep them all alive. If they'd lost someone and fragmented, if maybe - in some fucked up way - that wouldn't have been better in the long run. Because then at least the others might have lived. They might have gone to ground instead of fighting to the bitter end. Maybe if he'd died first instead of surviving, maybe then the others would have found a way to move on.
Maybe. But he always survives, doesn't he? Until one day he didn't and then he ended up screaming at Carolina and gunned down in the street like -
Well. Like something insane.
Ephemera watches Felix silently, trying to think of something to say. That sort of loss sinks in deep. Sometimes it heals wrong, goes sour under the surface. Sometimes it just wrecks everything in proximity. Ephemera takes another drag and tries to focus on the burn because that he knows how to deal with. And then Felix steps into distance again, coming in close, and -
Oh, Ephemera thinks stupidly, as several things happen very quickly. He lowers his cigarette, then lets it drop. Felix's grip tightens in his hair, smoke exhaled, and then it loosens.
He could break the hold. Hit him. Probably should.
Fuck, Ephemera thinks, and just breathes out. He presses their foreheads together instead. ]
You know the fucked up thing? You make sense to me.
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Maybe. But he always survives, doesn't he? Until one day he didn't and then he ended up screaming at Carolina and gunned down in the street like -
Well. Like something insane.
Ephemera watches Felix silently, trying to think of something to say. That sort of loss sinks in deep. Sometimes it heals wrong, goes sour under the surface. Sometimes it just wrecks everything in proximity. Ephemera takes another drag and tries to focus on the burn because that he knows how to deal with. And then Felix steps into distance again, coming in close, and -
Oh, Ephemera thinks stupidly, as several things happen very quickly. He lowers his cigarette, then lets it drop. Felix's grip tightens in his hair, smoke exhaled, and then it loosens.
He could break the hold. Hit him. Probably should.
Fuck, Ephemera thinks, and just breathes out. He presses their foreheads together instead. ]
You know the fucked up thing? You make sense to me.