[ Yusuke blinks out, curls his fingers into his palm a few times like that might summon something solid to touch again. There's blood and an unpleasant sensation tingling through his fingers still where the skin had sloughed away under it, but no wounds, no body, no nothing. (Not so accidentally, it happens when none of the locals seem to be looking, all too busy with their eyes turned elsewhere, on other issues, on the living and those that still need to be taken care of.)
He looks over Boxer's hands, staring hard into his empty palms and the dots of dark red seeped here and there, same as his. From the blankness in his expression, it's clear Yusuke has absolutely nothing to offer either.
After a few dumbfounded seconds, he lets his hands drop to his sides, shaking his head. ]
...Me neither.
[ Maybe it's the straw that breaks the camel's back, but he laughs softly, cracked. A mirthless smile curls under the lip of his mask, hugely resigned. ]
Are we losing our minds, Boxer?
[ The day had gone from harrowing, to gut-wrenching tragedy, and now to something downright surreal, the sheer amount that's out of their hands beginning to reach a boiling point. ]
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He looks over Boxer's hands, staring hard into his empty palms and the dots of dark red seeped here and there, same as his. From the blankness in his expression, it's clear Yusuke has absolutely nothing to offer either.
After a few dumbfounded seconds, he lets his hands drop to his sides, shaking his head. ]
...Me neither.
[ Maybe it's the straw that breaks the camel's back, but he laughs softly, cracked. A mirthless smile curls under the lip of his mask, hugely resigned. ]
Are we losing our minds, Boxer?
[ The day had gone from harrowing, to gut-wrenching tragedy, and now to something downright surreal, the sheer amount that's out of their hands beginning to reach a boiling point. ]