[ the truth of it was hard to believe. they had finally tracked down the witch, the source of all of this chaos, and the initial wish that had brought them all here had finally been granted. it was a year ago, now, he thinks. Sasuke can't be sure— the number of times he has woken anew in Death City have skewed his concept of time.
when he first arrived, he'd been a little boy, seeking vengeance against a man who— at the time— hadn't even been present. now he was edging into the role of tutor himself, and the changes he had gone through were deep and unyielding.
Sasuke hasn't entered the building, though he's heard the rumors. it was typical, that they would agree to send them all back in the end. their plan to steal the machine and secure their future in the city had not been necessary— but could anyone truly blame them? fear was an enormous driving force.
he should have known better.
but what it meant was an entirely different story. Sasuke was staying— he'd decided this a long time ago. but he knew the same wasn't true for everyone else. there were some he knew would go home, given the chance.
just as, with this final happenstance, Sasuke knows others will not return. Rei. Sohki. Edward. Mustang. China. Saralegui. countless others that had walked in and out of his life within Death City (Seimei) and changed it irrevocably.
but it's here he lingers, the length of his spine pressed against one of the now familiar trees lining the street. from here, he can see almost the full length of the steps, can see the glistening shine of the building the houses the Kishin Chamber and BREW. his expression is impossible to discern, save for it's silence. ]
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when he first arrived, he'd been a little boy, seeking vengeance against a man who— at the time— hadn't even been present. now he was edging into the role of tutor himself, and the changes he had gone through were deep and unyielding.
Sasuke hasn't entered the building, though he's heard the rumors. it was typical, that they would agree to send them all back in the end. their plan to steal the machine and secure their future in the city had not been necessary— but could anyone truly blame them? fear was an enormous driving force.
he should have known better.
but what it meant was an entirely different story. Sasuke was staying— he'd decided this a long time ago. but he knew the same wasn't true for everyone else. there were some he knew would go home, given the chance.
just as, with this final happenstance, Sasuke knows others will not return.
Rei. Sohki. Edward. Mustang. China. Saralegui.
countless others that had walked in and out of his life within Death City (Seimei) and changed it irrevocably.
but it's here he lingers, the length of his spine pressed against one of the now familiar trees lining the street. from here, he can see almost the full length of the steps, can see the glistening shine of the building the houses the Kishin Chamber and BREW. his expression is impossible to discern, save for it's silence. ]