[Thoughtlessly, Yasusada lunges for him, catching Okita's body before he can hit the ground. He lets it--no, him, he lets him slump against him, wrapping one arm around him, heedless of any blood that might get on him. What's a little blood to a sword? (It's everything.)
The other reaches for one of Okita's hands, always his hands. Then as long as we're both here, I'll hold you as often as I can he'd said, so if he can't do that, then it's Yasusada's job to do it for him. He clutches Okita's cold fingers tightly, too tightly, and rests his head against Okita's shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut.
Even Sanji's words don't reach him now.
But he can't cry. Not because it's shameful, but because they need to get out of here, and he can't risk his vision blurring. So he stays like that for a minute, dragging in unsteady breaths, before he shifts Okita back to a sitting position as carefully as possible.]
Hold on, okay?
[He turns slowly, his gaze once again landing on the broken blade before he spots the body next to it. Nikkari... Tonbokiri and Wei Wuxian were the last ones to speak to him, weren't they? So then...
He flexes his fingers before he gets up, carefully moving over to pick up the pieces of Nikkari's sword. He picks them up with care, tucking them into his clothes--it's not ideal, but it's the best he can do, because he needs at least one hand free.
Because the other...
Once he's sure Nikkari's shards won't fall out, he turns back to Okita's body, kneeling down in front of him again.]
We'll go okay? The cold isn't good for you. And you can't see the sunlight down here.
[With that, he'll lift Okita's body up, and even for a human, it's so painfully light. It makes his whole body ache, because he isn't as strong as Okita, he should never be stronger than Okita--but it's his job to care for him, to protect him, so that's what he'll do. He's careful to hold Okita over his shoulder, with one arm wrapped around him, and it'll slow him down if they need to fight, but. It's fine.
Only then does he look at Sanji, eyes dark but determined. There is no alternative to this.]
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The other reaches for one of Okita's hands, always his hands. Then as long as we're both here, I'll hold you as often as I can he'd said, so if he can't do that, then it's Yasusada's job to do it for him. He clutches Okita's cold fingers tightly, too tightly, and rests his head against Okita's shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut.
Even Sanji's words don't reach him now.
But he can't cry. Not because it's shameful, but because they need to get out of here, and he can't risk his vision blurring. So he stays like that for a minute, dragging in unsteady breaths, before he shifts Okita back to a sitting position as carefully as possible.]
Hold on, okay?
[He turns slowly, his gaze once again landing on the broken blade before he spots the body next to it. Nikkari... Tonbokiri and Wei Wuxian were the last ones to speak to him, weren't they? So then...
He flexes his fingers before he gets up, carefully moving over to pick up the pieces of Nikkari's sword. He picks them up with care, tucking them into his clothes--it's not ideal, but it's the best he can do, because he needs at least one hand free.
Because the other...
Once he's sure Nikkari's shards won't fall out, he turns back to Okita's body, kneeling down in front of him again.]
We'll go okay? The cold isn't good for you. And you can't see the sunlight down here.
[With that, he'll lift Okita's body up, and even for a human, it's so painfully light. It makes his whole body ache, because he isn't as strong as Okita, he should never be stronger than Okita--but it's his job to care for him, to protect him, so that's what he'll do. He's careful to hold Okita over his shoulder, with one arm wrapped around him, and it'll slow him down if they need to fight, but. It's fine.
Only then does he look at Sanji, eyes dark but determined. There is no alternative to this.]