[ When the world spirals out of control, like it's spinning right off its own axis and straight into the nonsensical void of space, there's a few tricks he's learned to keep himself on both feet. The first is to realize that nothing is too absurd. Life is strange. The second is to stay rational despite it. There was nothing he could do about the extremists right now. The body needs to be moved. Boxer is here to help, and he has a point—whoever did this wouldn't be able to move with the same impunity that'd let them make the kidnappings to begin with.
So, they do what they can, where they can. He shoots the same sort of look back, almost severe in its determination to get to the next step, whatever that may be. He can't say what that is, but it can't be enough of a roadblock to lose traction completely. They have to get through this day to the next, somehow.
One. Two.
—A few things happen on three. They manage to hoist up Richie's body. Yusuke feels his skin twist off his muscle, ripping under his hands.
And then, all at once, it vanishes. The corpse evaporates out of his hold wholly and completely before he can even fumble to catch it, because there was nothing to drop in the first place. The sudden disappearance has him stepping back, inertia threatening to tip him over now that nothing's weighing him down.
He keeps his balance, but his composure wipes blank. He stares at the whole lot of nothing between them for a long, long time before his gaze wobbles up to Boxer instead.
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So, they do what they can, where they can. He shoots the same sort of look back, almost severe in its determination to get to the next step, whatever that may be. He can't say what that is, but it can't be enough of a roadblock to lose traction completely. They have to get through this day to the next, somehow.
One. Two.
—A few things happen on three. They manage to hoist up Richie's body. Yusuke feels his skin twist off his muscle, ripping under his hands.
And then, all at once, it vanishes. The corpse evaporates out of his hold wholly and completely before he can even fumble to catch it, because there was nothing to drop in the first place. The sudden disappearance has him stepping back, inertia threatening to tip him over now that nothing's weighing him down.
He keeps his balance, but his composure wipes blank. He stares at the whole lot of nothing between them for a long, long time before his gaze wobbles up to Boxer instead.
What? ]