[are you sure they're not real? it's not like you'd really know. maybe they got brought here right before you. maybe they failed to get the hammer, and this is the punishment. you don't really know.
none of them respond to any calls, just milling about. they look tired. wrung out. like they're missing something, something important.
kanda walks right past lavi, slow, with no purpose. when he looks at lavi there's recognition for just a split second, and he stops. and then it's gone, and his gaze unfocuses again as he turns and walks away.
karlach sinks down to the ground, at stares up at the ceiling, listlessly. eyes blank. her tail twitches just a bit at the sound of her name, but nothing else. a little bit away from her, gale is standing with his hands tangled in his hair, murmuring to himself the same few words over and over again. it sounds like he's trying to remember the end to his sentence, but he can't quite get there.
aerith gently sways back and forth, holding a broom and humming to herself, broken up occasionally by little bouts of nonsense laughter. cloud stands in front of a portrait down the hallway, staring at it without seeing, hands twisting into his clothing.
they look real. they're not acting right, but - you read about the souls. some of you know what the hells are. it's not a huge leap.
no subject
none of them respond to any calls, just milling about. they look tired. wrung out. like they're missing something, something important.
kanda walks right past lavi, slow, with no purpose. when he looks at lavi there's recognition for just a split second, and he stops. and then it's gone, and his gaze unfocuses again as he turns and walks away.
karlach sinks down to the ground, at stares up at the ceiling, listlessly. eyes blank. her tail twitches just a bit at the sound of her name, but nothing else. a little bit away from her, gale is standing with his hands tangled in his hair, murmuring to himself the same few words over and over again. it sounds like he's trying to remember the end to his sentence, but he can't quite get there.
aerith gently sways back and forth, holding a broom and humming to herself, broken up occasionally by little bouts of nonsense laughter. cloud stands in front of a portrait down the hallway, staring at it without seeing, hands twisting into his clothing.
they look real. they're not acting right, but - you read about the souls. some of you know what the hells are. it's not a huge leap.
anyway. what do you do?]