[The crowbar in his hand is a familiar weight, but it feels much heavier tonight. For all the bodies he's left behind him in these timelines and all the bravery and skill he's attained in the process, there's nothing that can counter the cold weight in his gut now that he's facing Mikado.
This can't end well. He knows that. But he has to try. The only other option is to lie down and let the bad end come, and that could be a slow and agonizing death for the both of them. He tightens his grip, straightens his back, and meets Mikado's eyes despite the fear and the anticipation of pain that make him want to turn and run. It's necessary. If he's going to lose Mikado again anyway, he may as well do it on his own terms.]
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[The crowbar in his hand is a familiar weight, but it feels much heavier tonight. For all the bodies he's left behind him in these timelines and all the bravery and skill he's attained in the process, there's nothing that can counter the cold weight in his gut now that he's facing Mikado.
This can't end well. He knows that. But he has to try. The only other option is to lie down and let the bad end come, and that could be a slow and agonizing death for the both of them. He tightens his grip, straightens his back, and meets Mikado's eyes despite the fear and the anticipation of pain that make him want to turn and run. It's necessary. If he's going to lose Mikado again anyway, he may as well do it on his own terms.]