[Alive. He's alive, by some weird twist of fate, something he can't begin to explain or even be able to understand. It doesn't really matter, he decides for himself somewhere between making a gross, soaking mess against his brother's chest and actually looking up at that freckled face. It doesn't matter the details of how--all that mattered was that he was here.
He was here, and he hadn't broken his promise after all.
Oh, and just because he's looking up at Ace does not mean in any way that he's letting go.]
...It's real, right? [And despite the blubbering and crying:] You're not some sort of bad joke, right?
i love dying
He was here, and he hadn't broken his promise after all.
Oh, and just because he's looking up at Ace does not mean in any way that he's letting go.]
...It's real, right? [And despite the blubbering and crying:] You're not some sort of bad joke, right?