He's being watched. He can tell.
Through the glass at the front, someone's-
Someone familiar.
He turns, once, but he cannot see through the darkness and the cold, and he only knows that it's a female and that she's trying to break through. This one has, like all the others, been here before.
Useless.
Nobody can break through.
He can feel himself teetering on the edge, about to fall. The depths of the crack call to him enticingly. He sometimes almost falls, just to put an end to the voices-
but something almost stops him. The people watching, perhaps. There had been a redheaded man and a mysterious figure in a black cloak and sometimes, sometimes a group of children with eyes that had seen a bit too much and trusting expressions that almost made him take a hesitant step away from that fateful edge.
But it was no good. They couldn't break the glass. They'd tried, time and time again, day after day, week after week-
hammering and screaming and crying sometimes. But it would never go down.
The wall was there for a reason, after all.
He'd built it himself.
It kept them safe from him.
There now. Maybe I can get some sleep. Not that I want to. Insomnia's like a drug for me. A;
But anyway. For some reason my lovely muse made me write a sequel or companion or whatever the feck this is. Maybe because Dr.Stein is my current obsession.
Just in case I was too vague, as I often am, the Brink is supposed to be the Kishin's insanity and his own. It's not a considering suicide thing, which it sounds like. D:
Like, he wants to just let go and not struggle anymore, but because he does care about the people around him in a way, he can't.
Oh, and the kids. Black Star, Tsubaki, Maka, and Soul Eater are the ones I mean. You prolly could have figured that out, but neh.