“Not gonna lie, I’m starting to miss my bed. I hope Repede’s doing okay without me. He probably thinks I ran off to cause trouble in a neighboring town.”
“Good to know I’m not the only one who always expects trouble out of you.”
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[[ yeah yeah shush up you B( /ships it like burning ]]
Seeing the man this weak shook his foundations. Flynn wished he could offer more comfort. But it was not only the bars of the cell in front of him that kept him from doing so; it was also the confinements of his sense of duty. But what good were they, if he couldn’t help the person he cared about most?
He’d wanted to keep Yuri safe by making the world a better place. And now that dream had been burnt to ashes.
“I’m… I’m going to be here with you every step of the way. Even if it kills me.”
For a fleeting instant, there was a thought of releasing the man; it was bitter on his tongue and he very nearly had the urge to physically spit it out. It would destroy everything he had built, every bit of trust he’d earned, and Yuri wouldn’t have left; he knew that. He was too stubborn to take the chance. It would be like releasing a bird, cage and all.
All I can do now is try to keep your pieces glued together.
Day Fourteen
Shackled by the wrists, Yuri knew there was little he could do but move onward. With his own two legs, he walked towards the site of his own execution. Yet no matter how fast his heart hammered, he refused to falter.
Stoic, like the king with a heart of a lion, he showed no signs of fear. A crowd had gathered to witness this moment. Many booed and jeered. Whether it was due to his dying or his existence, Yuri could not say. Either way, he tried to drown out their voices. All he saw was the blade lingering up high.
The guillotine. Classy.
He heard rumors that it never worked, merely prolonged the pain. Perhaps he deserved to suffer. Now that he had endured two grueling weeks of anxiety and distress, he had to go through the physical torture of a blunt blade cutting into his flesh.
Before he knew it, he was being shoved to his knees. The executioner kicked him and he staggered forward. They clamped him down. Yuri stared at the wooden planks of the stand, already crimson with the blood of another. So. This was it.
I’m not afraid to die—
“Yuri!”
The last thing he saw before the blade fell was a broken man upon his knees who once answered to the name of Flynn Scifo; now that man had nothing left to give.
“… yeah. And… and I will.”
Yuri hadn’t been entirely wrong. Flynn had been ‘blessed’ with years of practice in holding tears back, but his limits were certainly being strained now. His efforts showed in the tensing of his jaw, the undeniable shiver in his free hand as he raised it to the bars of his charge’s cell.
Scifo found himself yearning for any small gesture he could get across, in a pathetic attempt to make up for so long a separation on so many planes. His fingers edged through, slowly beckoned for the tear-stained cheek.
If you cry, so do I.
What brings a man to his knees and spills his tears? The knowledge that he isn’t invincible. The reality that one day, he won’t be able to protect the ones dearest to him. It hits Yuri then that he is going to die. He’s already dead. And this revelation shakes him to the core, making him question his entire world. It makes him wonder who’s standing before him beyond his bars.
He drew back. The tears wouldn’t stop.
“T-two weeks. That’s half a month… It’s gonna go by fast.”
Who’s gonna look after you when I’m gone?
Seeing the man this weak shook his foundations. Flynn wished he could offer more comfort. But it was not only the bars of the cell in front of him that kept him from doing so; it was also the confinements of his sense of duty. But what good were they, if he couldn’t help the person he cared about most?
He’d wanted to keep Yuri safe by making the world a better place. And now that dream had been burnt to ashes.
“I’m… I’m going to be here with you every step of the way. Even if it kills me.”
For a fleeting instant, there was a thought of releasing the man; it was bitter on his tongue and he very nearly had the urge to physically spit it out. It would destroy everything he had built, every bit of trust he’d earned, and Yuri wouldn’t have left; he knew that. He was too stubborn to take the chance. It would be like releasing a bird, cage and all.
All I can do now is try to keep your pieces glued together.
“… that’s what I was thinking of. I’m getting the chills out here.”
“Do you want my jacket? I’m not looking after you if you catch cold.”
“Liar. … alright, give it here.”
“I— n-no—!”
“… I’m not sure I want to know what’s going on in that head of yours!”
“Anyway, let’s find a place to stay for the night. We’ll worry about getting home when it’s light out.”
“… that’s what I was thinking of. I’m getting the chills out here.”
“H-How would you know?!”
“Was that a thinly-veiled invitation?”
“I— n-no—!”
“… I’m not sure I want to know what’s going on in that head of yours!”
“… what do you—”
“—! D-Damn it!”
“Damn right you’re the one receiving.”
“H-How would you know?!”
“Easy for you to say. I’m the one on the receiving end of all this.”
“And yet again, I managed to guide you towards an innuendo. Damn I’m good.”
“… what do you—”
“—! D-Damn it!”
