[ it would have been nice if it were all a dream. perhaps not in the aspect that all these people he's met would have been just his imagination, but that the cdc would be nonexistent. there would be no danger and they'd have nothing to worry about. no planets to destroy, no populations to mass murder— nothing of torture every day.
maybe one day he would wake up, but so far, all he's been waking up to is his cdc bunk.
a little bit of him wouldn't be writhing each day— he wouldn't find himself crying in his bunk, or being stricken with nightmares of the same neraki child who fell limb in his arms. because of him. he did that.
there isn't a moment where tsuna fears for what he could turn into. how could he hold onto all of himself while faced with all of this? like many, he's in the middle of a knife or a sword pointed to him. the millions of lives and loved ones he knows, or that that he knows nothing of? what about the billion others that each person here represents?
some would find it easier, but tsuna doesn't. both ways are horrible. both ways break him each time he thinks of his world, and each time he thinks of who he has to help hurt to keep them safe. ]
theres a lot of people who will help us we can help them back when were stronger
[ He types it without believing it (not right then, not in that moment), adding more and more on just to make it sound further encouraging. And if Tsuna could read it and find it that, then all the better, it worked.
They all needed a little hope somewhere, somehow. ]
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maybe one day he would wake up, but so far, all he's been waking up to is his cdc bunk.
a little bit of him wouldn't be writhing each day— he wouldn't find himself crying in his bunk, or being stricken with nightmares of the same neraki child who fell limb in his arms. because of him. he did that.
there isn't a moment where tsuna fears for what he could turn into. how could he hold onto all of himself while faced with all of this? like many, he's in the middle of a knife or a sword pointed to him. the millions of lives and loved ones he knows, or that that he knows nothing of? what about the billion others that each person here represents?
some would find it easier, but tsuna doesn't. both ways are horrible. both ways break him each time he thinks of his world, and each time he thinks of who he has to help hurt to keep them safe. ]
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
i dont know who wouldnt
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
but we'll find a way
i dont know how but we will
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youre right. we will
FROM: red@cdc.org
theres a lot of people who will help us
we can help them back when were stronger
[ He types it without believing it (not right then, not in that moment), adding more and more on just to make it sound further encouraging. And if Tsuna could read it and find it that, then all the better, it worked.
They all needed a little hope somewhere, somehow. ]