[ Sephiroth still has to fight, to get them out of here, and a little jostling can't possibly make him feel worse off than he already is... hopefully.
Luka takes a quiet moment to catch his breath, to breathe through the turning of his stomach, the taste of bile on his tongue. Sephiroth always seems to catch him at his very worst, but now he's hit rock-swiving-bottom, and Luka is too weak, too ill, to feel any sort of blow to his pride. His friend is here, and that's all that matters. For the first time since he's woken up in this Twelve-forsaken place, he feels a glimmer of hope.
A quaking hand comes up to grasp at Sephiroth's sleeve - Luka doesn't quite have the dexterity to reach for his hand - and he looks up. Pale and sickly as he may be at the moment, there's nothing but earnestness in his tone. ]
I trust you. Always.
[ To say he trusts Sephiroth with his life would be redundant. That's exactly what he's doing. ]
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[ Sephiroth still has to fight, to get them out of here, and a little jostling can't possibly make him feel worse off than he already is... hopefully.
Luka takes a quiet moment to catch his breath, to breathe through the turning of his stomach, the taste of bile on his tongue. Sephiroth always seems to catch him at his very worst, but now he's hit rock-swiving-bottom, and Luka is too weak, too ill, to feel any sort of blow to his pride. His friend is here, and that's all that matters. For the first time since he's woken up in this Twelve-forsaken place, he feels a glimmer of hope.
A quaking hand comes up to grasp at Sephiroth's sleeve - Luka doesn't quite have the dexterity to reach for his hand - and he looks up. Pale and sickly as he may be at the moment, there's nothing but earnestness in his tone. ]
I trust you. Always.
[ To say he trusts Sephiroth with his life would be redundant. That's exactly what he's doing. ]