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realpolitik2012-10-16 08:02 pm
messianic) wrote in realpolitik2012-10-16 08:02 pm
Minato | Tiir | 020
[The last thing he remembers is infinite space.
He remembers a wall, he remembers chains. He remembers immobility and yet infinite space, calmness and yet pain. He remembers paradoxes.
He remembers death and yet living still, outside of life.
He remembers all of this, and so it is a surprise when suddenly, he is breathing again.
He falls to his knees, wheezing, and feels dirt--a trail, and he blinks in surprise. Feeling, touch: it has been quite some time since he has felt either, and yet he is not sure how long at all. He could not tell time in the void; time was measured by number of times Erebus tried to tear him down, the number of times the strength of Minato's soul repulsed humanity's negativity again and again.
He draws in another deep breath, and another.
And he sighs, eyes fluttering shut a moment, even as he kneels there. He does not know where he is. It certainly does not look like Japan, with wilderness everywhere. It's definitely not anywhere he knows by sight. In fact, there is a foreignness to it that he would find disconcerting, but he is too busy with the overwhelming sensation of feelings.
He's alive.]
He remembers a wall, he remembers chains. He remembers immobility and yet infinite space, calmness and yet pain. He remembers paradoxes.
He remembers death and yet living still, outside of life.
He remembers all of this, and so it is a surprise when suddenly, he is breathing again.
He falls to his knees, wheezing, and feels dirt--a trail, and he blinks in surprise. Feeling, touch: it has been quite some time since he has felt either, and yet he is not sure how long at all. He could not tell time in the void; time was measured by number of times Erebus tried to tear him down, the number of times the strength of Minato's soul repulsed humanity's negativity again and again.
He draws in another deep breath, and another.
And he sighs, eyes fluttering shut a moment, even as he kneels there. He does not know where he is. It certainly does not look like Japan, with wilderness everywhere. It's definitely not anywhere he knows by sight. In fact, there is a foreignness to it that he would find disconcerting, but he is too busy with the overwhelming sensation of feelings.
He's alive.]
[2/3]
[And for a moment, Tiir can't hold himself together. Raw emotion (grief? Shock? It's hard to say—) flickers across his face as he stares at Minato, before he looks away in an almost embarrassed fashion. Still, he can't quite do away with his emotions, and so he still looks like he's perhaps about to cry.
A part of him feels like it, admittedly. Perhaps he's felt like it ever since he saw Minato again, after having resigned himself to live with those regrets.
All Tiir's ever wanted was to give his friends as much as he could. It's what he's strived for. Lived for, even. He'd like to think of it as, however naive the idea is, what he was born for—the purpose he chose for himself, rather than what the Priests decided for him.
But if that's the case, then what did he give Minato?
Nothing.
Yet Minato put up with it all—all the times that Tiir hurt him—because he thought of Tiir as family, even though he'd hurt him through that as well. And though Tiir knows that sometimes you have to risk hurting your friends for their own good and that sometimes you hurt your friends without even meaning to—damn it, thinking of Minato hurts.
Everything that Minato did for him, and all that Tiir didn't do for him in return.
Family guides you. Family protects you.
Minato was the one who guided Tiir. Tiir couldn't even do anything to help him, back then.
Tiir really can't see why Minato would care about him so much, considering how much good he did as 'family'. And yet he does, and for that, Tiir is thankful, because in a way, he feels like Minato might've saved him.
... And with that, everything's clear, isn't it?]