"Would've found my way back. Maybe Fandom's Fandom wherever you go. Maybe I should'a kept him here. Maybe. I don't know, Rikku." He shifted his weight again, sat up some, and then gathered her up in his arms. Being in a messed up heap against her was too different, too upside down for him. He had to just lean back and breathe and cling to her and breathe.
See, breathing. Breathing was helping. Somewhat.
"Can't make up my mind," he mumbled, "if it'd be better if Tseng never found somethin' here, zoto. Would be a lot of little lives that Hojo never got to fuck up. So maybe it's fuckin' selfish or somethin', that I want him to call back all, 'Oh, yeah, kid's in Kalm,' or Gongaga, or Corel or wherever. So that I can fuckin' skip off myself and grab him and know there's a Rede somewhere who's gonna be okay."
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Date: 2008-05-02 06:03 pm (UTC)See, breathing. Breathing was helping. Somewhat.
"Can't make up my mind," he mumbled, "if it'd be better if Tseng never found somethin' here, zoto. Would be a lot of little lives that Hojo never got to fuck up. So maybe it's fuckin' selfish or somethin', that I want him to call back all, 'Oh, yeah, kid's in Kalm,' or Gongaga, or Corel or wherever. So that I can fuckin' skip off myself and grab him and know there's a Rede somewhere who's gonna be okay."