[ he’d be more flustered if his world wasn’t . . . coming apart. holding his face brings a flash of memory back, quick and painful— his mother, who he thought was dead, was alive and cupping his sweltering cheeks from within the titan. his father gripping his shoulders and hugging them together, where they’d sit through the hot steam and cry with overwhelming relief, with grins betraying the streams that rolled down their faces. he hardly got the chance to say hello and would get less of a chance to say goodbye— they were gone, and turned into grotesque monsters without a mind. ]
I was, I-In this thing, for a while, sleeping, and I remember . . . Home, [ it only lasted a second, that flash, but falco’s features contort from being unable to hold the painful want to cry. it comes in a flow through gritting teeth— and what was probably sweat is now a touch oily. slippery. he turns his head and rests it against jun in a half hug that crumbles. the silence that quivers his shoulders breaks in a wet gasp, and he says with squeaking labor: ] Everyone’s— gone—
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I was, I-In this thing, for a while, sleeping, and I remember . . . Home, [ it only lasted a second, that flash, but falco’s features contort from being unable to hold the painful want to cry. it comes in a flow through gritting teeth— and what was probably sweat is now a touch oily. slippery. he turns his head and rests it against jun in a half hug that crumbles. the silence that quivers his shoulders breaks in a wet gasp, and he says with squeaking labor: ] Everyone’s— gone—