Itachi wandered around the Tower in a daze. Last night's events hung around him like a dense cloud, leaving him with a heavy heart and a lump in his throat that wouldn't go away. It was almost too much to deal with - they were souls, just souls, trapped in recycled bodies, a piece of information they'd only been able to uncover because of Dax's efforts.
And now he was dead. Itachi had a feeling that this death, unlike all the others in the Tower, was permanent. That Dax had died a hero's death was of little comfort to him. The man had said it himself - he was the only person keeping things in order, the only one who stopped Jason from destroying them all entirely. Now that he was gone, Itachi wasn't sure what was going to happen.
He'd only had one conversation with Dax, but even then, it was clear to see that he was a good man stuck in a bad situation. Itachi could empathize. The difference between the two of them, though, was that Dax had died for his cause, and Itachi would never be able to. He didn't want to believe that their worlds really were gone, but the outlook was bleak. There was a very real chance that Sasuke, the one he'd known and loved, was dead.
He didn't know how to deal with that.
As he descended the stairs, slowly and with no real destination in mind, he caught a glimpse of a familiar head of hair sticking up out of the pews in the cathedral. Without much thought at all, almost as if he'd meant to come to this floor, Itachi stepped out and walked up the aisle.
He wasn't too familiar with cathedrals. To him, this floor would always represent the battle he'd had with the Sasuke whose life he never truly knew about. But memories from Romeo's life had told him that this was a place of worship. Itachi knew nothing about the god of Romeo's world, but he couldn't help but think that any sort of divine intervention would be helpful right about now.
So, without a word, Itachi slid into the pew next to Romeo. He knelt down, bowed his head, and looked at his companion out of the corner of his eye. Itachi wasn't wearing his usual emotionless mask. His brow was creased, his mouth was set in a hard line, and he looked tired and haggard, like he hadn't gotten any sleep at all.
It was a struggle to find his voice, to raise it high enough that he'd be heard on the muffled floor.
"Are you here because of him?" he asked. He didn't feel the need to elaborate. It was obvious enough that he was talking about Dax.
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And now he was dead. Itachi had a feeling that this death, unlike all the others in the Tower, was permanent. That Dax had died a hero's death was of little comfort to him. The man had said it himself - he was the only person keeping things in order, the only one who stopped Jason from destroying them all entirely. Now that he was gone, Itachi wasn't sure what was going to happen.
He'd only had one conversation with Dax, but even then, it was clear to see that he was a good man stuck in a bad situation. Itachi could empathize. The difference between the two of them, though, was that Dax had died for his cause, and Itachi would never be able to. He didn't want to believe that their worlds really were gone, but the outlook was bleak. There was a very real chance that Sasuke, the one he'd known and loved, was dead.
He didn't know how to deal with that.
As he descended the stairs, slowly and with no real destination in mind, he caught a glimpse of a familiar head of hair sticking up out of the pews in the cathedral. Without much thought at all, almost as if he'd meant to come to this floor, Itachi stepped out and walked up the aisle.
He wasn't too familiar with cathedrals. To him, this floor would always represent the battle he'd had with the Sasuke whose life he never truly knew about. But memories from Romeo's life had told him that this was a place of worship. Itachi knew nothing about the god of Romeo's world, but he couldn't help but think that any sort of divine intervention would be helpful right about now.
So, without a word, Itachi slid into the pew next to Romeo. He knelt down, bowed his head, and looked at his companion out of the corner of his eye. Itachi wasn't wearing his usual emotionless mask. His brow was creased, his mouth was set in a hard line, and he looked tired and haggard, like he hadn't gotten any sleep at all.
It was a struggle to find his voice, to raise it high enough that he'd be heard on the muffled floor.
"Are you here because of him?" he asked. He didn't feel the need to elaborate. It was obvious enough that he was talking about Dax.