[Sorry, Sylvain can't come to the phone right now. Whether or not Dimitri is holding him against the ground doesn't matter -- Sylvain remains there. The dirt is pleasantly cold against his burning hot face. It makes sense, now that it's spelled out to him, but in the moment --
Sylvain always got so caught in the moment, rather than using his brain to actually think. It's what his friends always seemed to gripe about.
He hears Felix speaking, but part of him wants to just stay here on the ground. He isn't sure how long it takes for the forest floor to cover something normally, but maybe here in the Pokemon world, it's a quicker process.
He waits for a second. Then another. When he feels no lichen growing on his skin, he resolves himself to his fate. He sits up, brushing a stray leaf from his hair -- always with the leaves.]
If Dimitri was not here, I would not be here. [Right now, Dimitri is the one serving as Sylvain's wingman. It's a terrible twist of fate, really. He's surprised he hasn't told him to offer Felix a knife.
... Though, now that he thinks about it, this is probably the one situation where a knife might actually help.]
Like you said. I'm used to hearing poison -- and not just from my family. [He's heard it long enough, that the voice in his own head provides the running commentary now.
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Sylvain always got so caught in the moment, rather than using his brain to actually think. It's what his friends always seemed to gripe about.
He hears Felix speaking, but part of him wants to just stay here on the ground. He isn't sure how long it takes for the forest floor to cover something normally, but maybe here in the Pokemon world, it's a quicker process.
He waits for a second. Then another. When he feels no lichen growing on his skin, he resolves himself to his fate. He sits up, brushing a stray leaf from his hair -- always with the leaves.]
If Dimitri was not here, I would not be here. [Right now, Dimitri is the one serving as Sylvain's wingman. It's a terrible twist of fate, really. He's surprised he hasn't told him to offer Felix a knife.
... Though, now that he thinks about it, this is probably the one situation where a knife might actually help.]
Like you said. I'm used to hearing poison -- and not just from my family. [He's heard it long enough, that the voice in his own head provides the running commentary now.
He lets out a breath, slow and steadying.]
Till we die together, right?