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Water would cool and soothe my pain
Characters: Enoch and anyone
Setting: Floor 11
Format: Doesn't matter!
Summary: So that numbness that's been slowly ebbing away all throughout the first? Finally breaks on the fifth. In a very bad way.
Warnings: Does an agonizing sense of futility and despair count?
He got to thinking, after he'd stowed what Ruana had returned to him away in the trunk at last. About what had happened to him. How his free will, the very thing that had defined him as human had been stamped out. How they could toy with your body and mind and there was nothing anyone could do to predict or stop it, save moments of mercy from Dax, who certainly couldn't do anything for them in a more permanent sense because of Ruana. How even if Armaros or Lucifel were to arrive here, he couldn't protect them.
And for once, the thought that they might be better off together wasn't there. For once, there was no hope. he was adrift and he had no anchor anymore, and it would be selfish of him to want one.
Enoch didn't know why he'd made his way to this floor. What did this floor hold for him? Was it the fantastical rainbows, the upside-down garden, now withering in autumn, the waterfalls? He didn't have an answer. All he knew was that his feet carried him here.
Slowly, he sank to his knees a few steps from the edge. There was so much pain no matter where he turned. Either they were gone, along with the worlds he could call home, or they were here, where they could be manipulated at the very core and he could do nothing to protect them. Enoch raised his head as if trying to keep his face towards the sun. His breath started to come out shaky and damp, his shoulders shaking with his near-silent sobbing.
The sun peeked through clouds and fog, and Enoch's mouth worked, trembling, through the motions of a desperate prayer into the ray of light that fell across his face:
Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Setting: Floor 11
Format: Doesn't matter!
Summary: So that numbness that's been slowly ebbing away all throughout the first? Finally breaks on the fifth. In a very bad way.
Warnings: Does an agonizing sense of futility and despair count?
He got to thinking, after he'd stowed what Ruana had returned to him away in the trunk at last. About what had happened to him. How his free will, the very thing that had defined him as human had been stamped out. How they could toy with your body and mind and there was nothing anyone could do to predict or stop it, save moments of mercy from Dax, who certainly couldn't do anything for them in a more permanent sense because of Ruana. How even if Armaros or Lucifel were to arrive here, he couldn't protect them.
And for once, the thought that they might be better off together wasn't there. For once, there was no hope. he was adrift and he had no anchor anymore, and it would be selfish of him to want one.
Enoch didn't know why he'd made his way to this floor. What did this floor hold for him? Was it the fantastical rainbows, the upside-down garden, now withering in autumn, the waterfalls? He didn't have an answer. All he knew was that his feet carried him here.
Slowly, he sank to his knees a few steps from the edge. There was so much pain no matter where he turned. Either they were gone, along with the worlds he could call home, or they were here, where they could be manipulated at the very core and he could do nothing to protect them. Enoch raised his head as if trying to keep his face towards the sun. His breath started to come out shaky and damp, his shoulders shaking with his near-silent sobbing.
The sun peeked through clouds and fog, and Enoch's mouth worked, trembling, through the motions of a desperate prayer into the ray of light that fell across his face:
Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Sorry for jumping in..><;
So, she thought on that while walking around and reading the notebook Konoha's stories were in. However, she looked up when she thought she heard someone crying. Enoch was there, on his knees, and while Tohko couldn't see his face, she could hear him, even though the noise was very faint. She wasn't exactly sure what was bothering him, but she just wasn't going to walk away and leave him like this!
"What's wrong? Why are you sobbing?" She gently asked.
It's nothing!
"Tears are...only a sign you still feel." Enoch rested his hands on his legs, curled into loose fists. Even if what he feels is lost...
He would search for a way to help everyone. But he didn't know where to search anymore. He would help and protect others on a smaller scale. But the administrators could twist them and him into whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted...
Alright then.
"What's troubling you?"
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"This place..."
It was the only true thing in common.
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Rather than the sky, his gaze turned to the fog below. Their hosts were somewhere down there. Who knew how far...
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Thanks for catching that missed detail!
No problem! :3
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Anyone with a heart would not ignore an injured soul.]
I'm sorry, sir, I... I couldn't help but notice... Are you all right? Please don't get so close to the edge, it's not safe...
[There's a hesitant note in her voice, but no insincerity; there's no way that shuddering came from anything but distress. In a corner of herself, Tippi knows this feeling on more than just a passing "it happened recently" level, but even so, asking and getting brushed off or causing trouble are far preferable to ignoring someone who needs anything but.]
By the flight comment, I assume she's a butterfly here? /leaves this tag vague to be safe
I'm...
*He doesn't know how to finish that sentence. He shakes his head. Not all right, that much he knows.*
correct!! (I am the mythical slow tagger, it is me)
[It's one of those moments she dearly wishes she had workable appendages, or at least that she wasn't such a pitiful size. But it is what it is, so she must make do. Tippi lands on Enoch's shoulder, feather-light, murmuring in a voice without breath near his ear.]
Let's get away from the edge and talk... I'm sure it will be much better than being left alone to think too much...
[She pauses for a moment, and then decides to add an extra hook, just in case. An invisible smile lifts her voice a little.]
Or if you'd rather, I'll talk, instead... I'd like to help you, whatever that may entail.
It's okay, I'm slow, too.
I'm sorry...
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When he approached, it wasn't exactly silent. The metal on his outfit clinked with every step, those very same jacks that he'd use to plug into his mech giving away his presence.]
You okay there? From this point of view, it seems like you need some help.
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I'm... I don't know.
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[He makes his way over by Enoch to squat beside him.]
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I'm not certain of that, either.
*A pause, and his gaze returns to Axel.*
...Do you have anyone from home here?
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Naoya stepped closer to Enoch, drawing his haori around himself. He'd passed by and decided to see what the problem was. He may not agree with the man's views... or how devoted he was... but he was a closer relative than most.
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"I must try..."
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He walked closer, before hesitating as he came near. After a moment of hesitation, he reached out and put a hand on Enoch's head gently, stroking his hair. "Calm yourself. Tell me what's on your mind."
It was easy, too easy, to slip back into the role of father to a child. He'd done this many times before, and while he always knew it would end in tragedy he would do his best to keep his children happy and safe. It wasn't a side he'd shown to many in this incarnation - only Abel, sometimes. If there had been a few more years, maybe... but no. He had known the Ordeal would come in this incarnation. He could never have started a family this time, knowing that.
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"I'm..." He actually moved closer to Naoya. "I want to know my friends aren't...gone. But if they were here..." He shook his head, lightly so as not to throw Naoya's hand off. "I couldn't wish this place on them..."
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"Pull yourself together, you're a damn mess..." After a moment of thought though, he responded again. "It's natural to not want those you care about in harm's way. It's also natural to want to know that they're all right. I know the feeling all too well. I doubt they would want to see you in such despair, however."
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They may not have the same faith, but he would at least be quiet for now as he prayed in desperation. Though, he wasn't sure if any god would be able to hear this man of faith's prayer unless they were in the tower as well. That's what hurt the most as he watched in silence, nearly overwhelmed with the same pain and empathy as his own personal headgod--not being able to help this one man who had helped him get through last month, no matter how many they ended up harming because of Ruana's game. It hurt because despite what horrors and demons he's faced, he could still empathize.
That's why he took the last few steps as quietly as he could until he could kneel down beside Enoch, placing a hand on his shoulder and bowing his head. Not exactly praying, but listening to Izanagi's words and silently trying to express that he wasn't alone.
This day sucked for him, too... and after this, he was likely to find his little sister and give her a hug before playing with her the rest of the day and not letting her go. Nanako was the only family he had left, if this was the case...and the same was true with Izanagi and Izanami.
Headgod families were confusing, but what his heart and what Izanagi-no-Okami spoke of was not. He would always be there for a friend, and going through ordeals together seemed to be a recurring theme with the ones he made.
tl;dr: He was here for you, friend of his uncle. Your god may not be able to hear you, but Izanagi sure had responded.
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It had happened to him before, a few times on the search for the Tower, and once in Meridian after seeing Zeph's true form. Lucifel had told him it was something that happened to humans sometimes, that he shouldn't worry about it. The return of emotions hadn't been this explosive before, though, and he wasn't prepared for it.
Enoch heard Yu's approach on the water-covered floor, and tried to stem the flow of tears. He didn't succeed very well, lowering his head instead as the other knelt beside him.
At least it was over, the killing and...what they had become. He leaned towards the hand on his shoulder instinctively and glanced up at him.
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Yu remained silent, giving a faint nod to his elder. He didn't trust his voice to say it, but the faint hint of sadness in his eyes probably spoke volumes.
'You are not alone.'
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"Thank you."
...but small kindnesses were what they were. Small steps forward, one foot in front of the other. They all had to pick up and keep moving. If they broke, they gave their hosts permission to do anything they wanted without protest.
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"Any time."
It was how it had always been for him, facing the impossible and confronting it head-on. The least he could do was offer kindness and aide to those who were heading the same direction through situations of uncertainty and suffering.
"Your god may not be able to hear you here, but if you ever need a listening ear." He tapped the side of head. "We're here."
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