Is that his voice? How awkward he sounds. Ken raises his head, gives Youji a guilty grin. It's almost shy, the way he holds out his hands, as if he's embarrassed to admit to what a mess he's made of them in simply trying to get away. He sits there, hands outstretched, as Youji bandages his palms with shreds of his shirt, and wishes he didn't feel like such a burden.
Should never have tried to climb up, and yet--
And yet something in Ken knows, it just knows that going up is the only way out of here. He can't explain it, he can't even define that feeling, but everything he has is screaming at him, demanding to know why he came back. He wasn't close to the exit: nothing like it, but voluntarily resetting the damn level just to say he's not doing it solo... what the Hell was he thinking? The flames are crackling and hissing; somewhere he can't see, metal groans in sickening protest, and something tumbles from the ceiling to land heavily on the ground behind them. He can't help but wince.
If they stay here they're going to die. It's that simple.
"We've got to get out of here," he says, when Youji gives him his hands back and draws away: Ken hardly knows why he bothers wasting the breath, when it's so obvious. "There's no door down here."
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Date: 2010-03-30 07:22 am (UTC)Is that his voice? How awkward he sounds. Ken raises his head, gives Youji a guilty grin. It's almost shy, the way he holds out his hands, as if he's embarrassed to admit to what a mess he's made of them in simply trying to get away. He sits there, hands outstretched, as Youji bandages his palms with shreds of his shirt, and wishes he didn't feel like such a burden.
Should never have tried to climb up, and yet--
And yet something in Ken knows, it just knows that going up is the only way out of here. He can't explain it, he can't even define that feeling, but everything he has is screaming at him, demanding to know why he came back. He wasn't close to the exit: nothing like it, but voluntarily resetting the damn level just to say he's not doing it solo... what the Hell was he thinking? The flames are crackling and hissing; somewhere he can't see, metal groans in sickening protest, and something tumbles from the ceiling to land heavily on the ground behind them. He can't help but wince.
If they stay here they're going to die. It's that simple.
"We've got to get out of here," he says, when Youji gives him his hands back and draws away: Ken hardly knows why he bothers wasting the breath, when it's so obvious. "There's no door down here."