[ There's nothing for it except to hope that the dream-logic of this place is enough to save him: and so she places the collection of fragments on Izanagi's chest, above his heart.
The hand that had been against his cheek moves to clasp his cold one. ]
The Fragments continue to pulse, steady and strong, the light growing stronger as they near the body. Once close enough, the Fragments begin to lose their color and shine - but Izanagi’s body gains it instead, skin flushing as the blood flow resumes once more.
Slowly, his eyes open, a glint of gold in the otherwise coldly lit room.
[ An exhale; she realizes she'd been holding her breath since she'd placed the fragments. Amaranth brushes the hair away from Izanagi's forehead—the gesture fond—as she waits for him to get his bearings. ]
Like everything else here, I'm just a piece of this heart. The part that "believes himself to be as good as dead," but also the part that "wants to be saved despite that."
But wanting to be saved when you don't think anyone will come to your aid is a painful thing. So, he tried to bury me, and almost succeeded.
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The hand that had been against his cheek moves to clasp his cold one. ]
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Slowly, his eyes open, a glint of gold in the otherwise coldly lit room.
He’s alive.
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Amaranth brushes the hair away from Izanagi's forehead—the gesture fond—as she waits for him to get his bearings. ]
How are you feeling, after all that?
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A little stronger now, thanks to you. ..."He" has been trying to bury me for quite some time.
But you came to save me.
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...When you say "he," though... are you also referring to yourself?
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Like everything else here, I'm just a piece of this heart. The part that "believes himself to be as good as dead," but also the part that "wants to be saved despite that."
But wanting to be saved when you don't think anyone will come to your aid is a painful thing. So, he tried to bury me, and almost succeeded.