[The sight of his arm just ending before the wrist still turns his stomach. He has to clench his jaw and avert his eyes and he feels his insides lurching anyway as he lets the man do some rudimentary tying off to stem the bleeding.]
Voooooi, I don't die that easy. You shoulda figured that out by now.
[No word of thanks. Squalo smirks at him, unafraid, with complete conviction that Yamamoto won't try to harm him now. The battle is done. Still, he grabs his sword and sheathes it, clumsy with his off hand.]
[There's no ill will towards the other boy, just an anger and disappointment in himself. How could he have lost? He can't decide if it makes it better or worse that he's now being pitied by the younger swordsman, but there's no use in getting angry over it.
The building around them is shaking violently, and he almost misses the sight of a fin circling lazily in the water. He hefts himself up, straightening as best he can. Might as well have some dignity in this whole mess.]
You know they're not going to let us both out right?
[And even if they did, there was no point. He was no use to Xanxus if he couldn't even beat a kid.
He turns back to Squalo, giving him a grin.]
I had a lot of fun though.
[And then he's jumping. He'd have a better chance with a shark than Xanxus, at any rate.]
[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.]
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nestbox2014-06-03 03:10 am
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Voooooi, I don't die that easy. You shoulda figured that out by now.
[No word of thanks. Squalo smirks at him, unafraid, with complete conviction that Yamamoto won't try to harm him now. The battle is done. Still, he grabs his sword and sheathes it, clumsy with his off hand.]
C'mon, let's get out of here.
[No use waiting for the water to rise further.]
lol fin?
[There's no ill will towards the other boy, just an anger and disappointment in himself. How could he have lost? He can't decide if it makes it better or worse that he's now being pitied by the younger swordsman, but there's no use in getting angry over it.
The building around them is shaking violently, and he almost misses the sight of a fin circling lazily in the water. He hefts himself up, straightening as best he can. Might as well have some dignity in this whole mess.]
You know they're not going to let us both out right?
[And even if they did, there was no point. He was no use to Xanxus if he couldn't even beat a kid.
He turns back to Squalo, giving him a grin.]
I had a lot of fun though.
[And then he's jumping. He'd have a better chance with a shark than Xanxus, at any rate.]
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.]