Urgh..! [despite the fact that he'd lost a lot of feeling in his body, his hand moved over the groove of something. something of which he'd never held before. the very moment that he did though, he saw it. with whatever coherency was left in his mind, he remembered. the girl who had attacked him, wanting to put an end to her suffering, the suffering of her friends... when she saw no other way out, who was there to show her the way? he didn't know her. but she was someone who deserved to be saved. did it matter who he knew and who he didn't?]
Xi...on... [his eyes clenched shut, he defied his body's state to move, almost pathetically so as he rolled onto his stomach and coughed. raising his head, one...two...three, he opened his eyes. all that greeted him was darkness. was that right? was he supposed to see nothing but pitch black? look harder, Shirou. she's in pain. being swallowed up by the darkness that would soon claim him, he was helpless. gritting his teeth, Shirou wouldn't have noticed if he busted one of them in the process. he was pissed off. he didn't want to die like this. he didn't want to lose Xion like this--!] Ahh...!! [clutching the foreign object he'd felt earlier in his broken daze, he saw it again. he saw her again. brief glimpses of still images... the Keyblade. he could see the Keyblade, but he couldn't analyze its structure.
origin unknown. components unknown. unable to trace or project. what he could see was its wielder. he saw her smile. he saw her break down. he saw her battle him, crying puppet and throwing away any sense of worth he was fighting for in her. such strong emotions and feelings that resonated within the heart of the faker magus]
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Urgh..! [despite the fact that he'd lost a lot of feeling in his body, his hand moved over the groove of something. something of which he'd never held before. the very moment that he did though, he saw it. with whatever coherency was left in his mind, he remembered. the girl who had attacked him, wanting to put an end to her suffering, the suffering of her friends... when she saw no other way out, who was there to show her the way? he didn't know her. but she was someone who deserved to be saved. did it matter who he knew and who he didn't?]
Xi...on... [his eyes clenched shut, he defied his body's state to move, almost pathetically so as he rolled onto his stomach and coughed. raising his head, one...two...three, he opened his eyes. all that greeted him was darkness. was that right? was he supposed to see nothing but pitch black? look harder, Shirou. she's in pain. being swallowed up by the darkness that would soon claim him, he was helpless. gritting his teeth, Shirou wouldn't have noticed if he busted one of them in the process. he was pissed off. he didn't want to die like this. he didn't want to lose Xion like this--!] Ahh...!! [clutching the foreign object he'd felt earlier in his broken daze, he saw it again. he saw her again. brief glimpses of still images... the Keyblade. he could see the Keyblade, but he couldn't analyze its structure.
origin unknown. components unknown. unable to trace or project. what he could see was its wielder. he saw her smile. he saw her break down. he saw her battle him, crying puppet and throwing away any sense of worth he was fighting for in her. such strong emotions and feelings that resonated within the heart of the faker magus]