[ it's not real. it's not real, because it just can't be. this isn't how this is supposed to go. rondo can't - he can't let himself get into it. he can't. they're - they have to go somewhere. they have to walk the right path. hope - hope needs them. and rondo needs his hope. he has to hold onto the path that he has to walk, he has to do the right thing. no matter how hard it is. no matter how awful it is. no matter how much it hurts.
rondo kneels down. blood on his knees, blood on his shaking hands, and he reaches... and he closes sazantos' blue, blue eyes. something he won't get to at home, he doesn't think. he's not even sure if there'll be a body left to bury. perfect worlds don't exist. reality is what it is. messy, ugly, beautiful, full of love and hate and greed and desire and selflessness and kindness. reality is what it is. ]
... I'm sorry. [ rondo says, very, very quietly.
and eyes wet, he stands up, and he wipes his arm across his face, and he squares his shoulders, and he waits for ashlyn to catch up so they can head out of this awful mirror together. ]
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rondo kneels down. blood on his knees, blood on his shaking hands, and he reaches... and he closes sazantos' blue, blue eyes. something he won't get to at home, he doesn't think. he's not even sure if there'll be a body left to bury. perfect worlds don't exist. reality is what it is. messy, ugly, beautiful, full of love and hate and greed and desire and selflessness and kindness. reality is what it is. ]
... I'm sorry. [ rondo says, very, very quietly.
and eyes wet, he stands up, and he wipes his arm across his face, and he squares his shoulders, and he waits for ashlyn to catch up so they can head out of this awful mirror together. ]