Break the Cycle
First there is haziness, but abruptly, there is sound, color, motion, an obstacle. He rushes towards the pane of glass, pounds until his gloved hands are sore. The voices speak lowly on the other side, but he can hear both of them. Cadences of circumstance, fate, always the same song, always the same inflections. At last, Hokuto makes that half-afraid smile and it's like a held breath, a pause in continuity. Then Seishiro's face twists cruelly and there's a noisy shattering, too late, under his arms, time moving too fast, blood on him and blood on his dying sister who's reaching, reaching, re-
Subaru screams and breaks his bathroom mirror.
Blood runs down the naked life-line of his palm and time lies in pieces, suspended all around him.