Nothing in this world is strange.
Soul Eater fiction.
(Title: Valuable.)
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The half second the young reaper knew he couldn't bargain or reason or fight a way out for himself and the instant he choose to ensure their safety were one and the same. Those realizations and choices existed in a harmony that lacked the staggered separation of even a few moments.
It was automatic, to wait until the last possible moment and then throw them as far away from himself as he could.
While he had known the odds on him being able to leave with them were slimming by the second… he had learned hope from his human companions. So he stubbornly kept them in his palms until the odds ticked down to none and hope became illogical.
He knew he should have tossed them sooner, keeping them with him was only putting them in the way of needless harm. He scolded himself for it deep inside his mind, even has he felt the identical weight of them on his skin and the similar feel of their soul's pulling him into calm.
He didn't have the focus needed to shield every thought from them, they catch the slick oily residue of his regret and sadness before he quells it down with stable resolve. Patty is quick, diving after the trails of the emotions he wants to keep from them, he feels her questioning him in their resonance link. Liz mirrors her sister's concern, splitting her focus between Kid's soaring pulse and his hesitation to answer Patty.
Its fast, so fast.
He tries to remember every detail. He does his best to compose himself, inhaling deeply and starting to let a slow breath out of his nose. The footsteps he has been listening to stop, two feet to the right and just behind him.
He throws them, just as he hears the man beside him inhale. A face registers in the right edge of his vision. He blocks it out for a moment and watches the glint of sunlight on gunmetal as they clatter across the cobblestones. They are almost twenty feet away when they stop sliding.
The young reaper doesn't register that, he had cut their resonance the moment they left his grasp. The loss of their voices in his head is more pronounced this time, the lack of their soul's brushing into his own triggers a jolt of fear. He is struck stock still by paralysis.
The man ,whose face he doesn't want to register, opens his mouth and a sick smile is flashed at Kid. The mister is staring blankly at the space on the ground in front of his discarded weapons. Its been the span of a few heartbeats, the young reaper can feel his pulse hammering through his own body… but the weapons haven't shifted back.
They are not coming to save him.
He is grateful for this.
Author Note: I do not own Soul Eater.