[ here's the thing. he is...well aware his mind fractured a few hours ago and the cracks continued to widen the longer they went. he's tired. he's wrung out. and seeing her, even as a tin box and with an autotune voice, is both enough to give him a boost and tear him open all over again.
"I don't want to be left behind anymore. But I don't know how to fix this."
"I couldn't just leave you behind to deal with everything on your own."
he doesn't reach for her, but it does cause him to draw in a few shaky breaths to get his shit together. they're almost done. they can leave after this. they can get this stupid bough and get the fuck out of here.
so yeah. he squares up, looking at this woman while he prepares to summon his own personal e.g.o. i wanna link music too because the qte music is a banger. anyway that's going.
and for a while it looks like nothing happens? except there's a very subtle shift. it starts with a few extra inches. about seven or so, limbs elongating and features filling out. it's the shift in his face, the roundness in his cheeks disappearing to something a little sharper and more angular. the eyes change, too, something more almond-shaped than round. it's a weird shift, a sickening crackle of bone and the sound of mental bending under pressure before all that stands is...a guy. about eighteen years old, a little on the lithe side still but still with a robotic arm. it's red, large and similarly shaped like what you'd expect from a gundam.
anyway the manifestation means that the robot arm throws a fucking punch that explodes on impact. ]
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"I don't want to be left behind anymore. But I don't know how to fix this."
"I couldn't just leave you behind to deal with everything on your own."
he doesn't reach for her, but it does cause him to draw in a few shaky breaths to get his shit together. they're almost done. they can leave after this. they can get this stupid bough and get the fuck out of here.
so yeah. he squares up, looking at this woman while he prepares to summon his own personal e.g.o. i wanna link music too because the qte music is a banger. anyway that's going.
and for a while it looks like nothing happens? except there's a very subtle shift. it starts with a few extra inches. about seven or so, limbs elongating and features filling out. it's the shift in his face, the roundness in his cheeks disappearing to something a little sharper and more angular. the eyes change, too, something more almond-shaped than round. it's a weird shift, a sickening crackle of bone and the sound of mental bending under pressure before all that stands is...a guy. about eighteen years old, a little on the lithe side still but still with a robotic arm. it's red, large and similarly shaped like what you'd expect from a gundam.
anyway the manifestation means that the robot arm throws a fucking punch that explodes on impact. ]