[There's a moment where his face falls and his stomach drops all over again. It clicks into place like a matter of course, like of course only one of them walks out of here, like a thing that is natural, that makes sense. But the bigger part of him wants to protest and scream at him that none of the others died either, that Ryohei put that creepy fucking fag in the hospital but didn't murder him, that that insane prince cut Gokudera to ribbons but nobody demanded he be killed but there's no time to say any of it.
So he just stares, watching him drop into the water, struggling to keep his feet. Watching as the shark circles and then strikes while the feeling of triumph drains out of him faster than his blood.
It shouldn't be a surprise. He'd called it, even. What happens on the day you lose a fight? Looks like he wasn't about to find out, choosing some honorable suicide instead. Not even he can think of anything to add to that. Instead he lowers his head, taking a moment to gather up the pieces before he makes the ascent.
Squalo grits his teeth and climbs, not even thinking to put the halves of the ring together. He passes out soon after.]
looks that way!
So he just stares, watching him drop into the water, struggling to keep his feet. Watching as the shark circles and then strikes while the feeling of triumph drains out of him faster than his blood.
It shouldn't be a surprise. He'd called it, even. What happens on the day you lose a fight? Looks like he wasn't about to find out, choosing some honorable suicide instead.
Not even he can think of anything to add to that. Instead he lowers his head, taking a moment to gather up the pieces before he makes the ascent.
Squalo grits his teeth and climbs, not even thinking to put the halves of the ring together. He passes out soon after.]