[The punch hits him squarely, sending him straight to the ground with Aion's words still ringing in his skull.
For a moment, he had truly expected to die. And at that moment, he had wondered how he had ever managed to convince Aion to be his partner in the first place. Through a well-placed punch, designed to snap him to his senses, to concede that being alone wasn't worth it, that everyone--everyone--needs someone at their side.
That punch had been a message: don't look down on me.
But also, that whole encounter on the rooftop had meant something more to Takuto. I need you beside me.
Aion had come all the way here to find him, to bring him back home from the clutches of the witches. His weapon--his weapon--had come straight inside the witches' lair to reclaim his meister, to battle him and punch some sense back into him.
You have no right to look down on me, Aion had said. If one of them is a monster or a dreamer or a sinner, it's Takuto. He releases his swords slowly, closing his eyes.
I need you beside me.
When he opens his eyes, he can feel all the pain from his wounds again, and the tortuous knowledge that comes with a conscience. It hurts. It hurts everywhere, and it's too much to bear.]
A-aion... [His voice is small, and frail.] Take me home. P-please...
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For a moment, he had truly expected to die. And at that moment, he had wondered how he had ever managed to convince Aion to be his partner in the first place. Through a well-placed punch, designed to snap him to his senses, to concede that being alone wasn't worth it, that everyone--everyone--needs someone at their side.
That punch had been a message: don't look down on me.
But also, that whole encounter on the rooftop had meant something more to Takuto. I need you beside me.
Aion had come all the way here to find him, to bring him back home from the clutches of the witches. His weapon--his weapon--had come straight inside the witches' lair to reclaim his meister, to battle him and punch some sense back into him.
You have no right to look down on me, Aion had said. If one of them is a monster or a dreamer or a sinner, it's Takuto. He releases his swords slowly, closing his eyes.
I need you beside me.
When he opens his eyes, he can feel all the pain from his wounds again, and the tortuous knowledge that comes with a conscience. It hurts. It hurts everywhere, and it's too much to bear.]
A-aion... [His voice is small, and frail.] Take me home. P-please...