[Kakyoin shook his head as if that would clear out his nerves and hesitation. Slow, deep breaths--Polnareff had come to him asking for help with a perspective it was impossible for him to have. Falling apart would serve no purpose. Unease had already set his skin crawling with things he preferred not to think about, but not thinking about them didn't make them less of an ever-present fact.]
Don't leave, it's okay. But I...don't know if I can help, Jean.
[Noriaki Kakyoin and Bruno Buccellati were dead, and yet here they were just wanting to go home. What could anyone do about that--over a year in this city and Kakyoin still didn't have any answers.]
no subject
[Kakyoin shook his head as if that would clear out his nerves and hesitation. Slow, deep breaths--Polnareff had come to him asking for help with a perspective it was impossible for him to have. Falling apart would serve no purpose. Unease had already set his skin crawling with things he preferred not to think about, but not thinking about them didn't make them less of an ever-present fact.]
Don't leave, it's okay. But I...don't know if I can help, Jean.
[Noriaki Kakyoin and Bruno Buccellati were dead, and yet here they were just wanting to go home. What could anyone do about that--over a year in this city and Kakyoin still didn't have any answers.]