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"How did this even happen?! How did I... why..."
He always knew he was deficient. When he was five, he'd cry too easily. When he was eight, his hands would still shake. When he was eleven, he ran out of bullets and froze. He would have died if Shiro hadn't pulled him out of the way of a zombie.
He couldn't live like that, weak and pathetic. He knew how he was supposed to act, think and feel. Professional and reliable, knowledge in his mind like neatly sorted folders and keen muscle memory to do his job. He practiced the act, hoping that one day he'd become the facade.
He looked away, hated, and did all he could to not think about his actual nature.
Something had been crumbling inside him. A piece of himself was now missing. He didn't know what.
They say if you don't know what you lost, then it never mattered to you anyways.
"If the Order were to know about your eyes, they'd experiment on you, maybe even kill you."
I can't run. I won't surrender. There is only one path forward.
You beg lightning to strike. You chase after something you don't understand. You're driven, powered by your refusal to be powerless. But what you are playing with is beyond control.
"You're weak."
It doesn't matter. I don't need anyone. I'll become strong, strong enough to make the darkness go away. Stronger than Rin. And I'll do it on my own.
To become strong, you say? How much will you sacrifice? Blood pays for blood.
"Yukio… rather than living in fear of the darkness, become stronger, for other people including your brother."
To live in fear is to be dead. As I am, I am dead more than I am alive.
Does nothing matter to you until it's gone?
Yukio stared at the ground, the seals glowing around him. His hand was clenched over the open summoning wound. He had twenty seconds.
If this didn't work… Would it much different than now?
Ten seconds.
No. No it wouldn't.
Five seconds.
"Shall we begin?"
Time's up.
Water thudded in his temples. The world was blurred. He couldn't breathe hecouldn'tbreathe HECOULDN'TBREATHE-
A/N: Why no, this chapter is certainly not me yelling at Yukio for his recent bad choices, why would you think that? /s
