[ in an instant, everything stops. his chest erupts into so much pain that it almost circles around to no pain at all, and when he tries to take a shaky breath in, the only thing he finds is his mouth quickly filling with the thick taste of copper.
he knew, from the second that he saw the crowbar in masaomi's hand, that this is where it was going to end. he'd always known that someone was going to show up to "stop" him, just as he'd been the one to show up and "stop" all the other non-ideal people in dollars and in ikebukuro. by becoming some vigilante of twisted justice, to others... he'd fallen right into the darkness that he was chasing away.
no... it was more like... he'd succumbed to the poisonous darkness of both "ikebukuro" and "ryuugamine mikado" and had been swallowed whole.
he can't push his broken and dying body to make any sounds other than wet, choked out syllables that don't have the chance to form words. his eyes are unfocused and hands have no strength, but he manages to put all the strength in his body into clasping weak fingers around the barrel of the gun and making eye-contact ]
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he knew, from the second that he saw the crowbar in masaomi's hand, that this is where it was going to end. he'd always known that someone was going to show up to "stop" him, just as he'd been the one to show up and "stop" all the other non-ideal people in dollars and in ikebukuro. by becoming some vigilante of twisted justice, to others... he'd fallen right into the darkness that he was chasing away.
no... it was more like... he'd succumbed to the poisonous darkness of both "ikebukuro" and "ryuugamine mikado" and had been swallowed whole.
he can't push his broken and dying body to make any sounds other than wet, choked out syllables that don't have the chance to form words. his eyes are unfocused and hands have no strength, but he manages to put all the strength in his body into clasping weak fingers around the barrel of the gun and making eye-contact ]