[ The sound of a voice is the only thing that seems to be able to finally draw Haku's eyes away from the corpse in front of him. Instead he looks up from his kneeling position - but it's not like he has to look to know who that deep voice belongs to, it's obvious enough. He's never been face to face with the guy before like this, but he's seen him on the security monitors, he's heard stories from the others, he's even disguised himself as him at one point - Higayama, the guy who seems to make things harder for them at every turn.
(Because even if the other man recognizes his brother, Haku doesn't. Maybe the loss was too traumatic, or more likely, he was just too young. Childhood memories are a funny thing, after all, and often end up bending entirely depending on your own perception even aside from how they have changed over the years as people. There's no way Haku can match up the cruel man standing in front of him with his childish perception of his perfect older brother from when he was little, like a warm light hanging over his memories.)
All he can see is their enemy. And most likely the person who killed Eiri to begin with, considering the fact that he's turning up now. Eiri's a great sniper, after all, it would take more than just a goon to be able to shoot him down like that without Eiri noticing.
But even though he thinks so, even though their enemy is right in front of him.. Haku can't do it anymore. He just can't. He feels completely empty at the loss of yet another Messiah - it's just enough to have reached his breaking point. Who cares if it's Higayama that guns him down here or that it'll eventually be by his own hand when he goes back to Sakura and just can't take the continuing loss anymore? Haku can't even muster up the will to reach for the handgun in his pocket anymore, let alone to grab Eiri's rifle that's been discarded on the ground. ]
Higayama..
[ He breathes out the name, but he can't even muster up the energy to make it sound remotely threatening. He mostly just sounds tired - and he looks like it too, with all the light in his eyes practically having disappeared.
It's odd that the other man is standing there like this, though. Enough that Haku doesn't get it. If he really did shoot down Eiri, then why is he not doing anything now he can easily get a clean shot at Haku? Why is he standing there so open, not even a weapon in his hand, even holding that hand out to him.. Haku frowns lightly, unable to understand the intention behind it. ]
.. what.. do you want?
[ Somewhere in his ear are Souma and Shuusuke's voices talking to each other over their radio, but Haku is mentally so far away that he hardly even hears it, his eyes not leaving Higayama's.
His hand clings a little tighter to Eiri's, though, even as the other can't hold it in return anymore, and even his other hand moves to clench the cold, dead hand between two of his own. It's like a safety blanket, really - isn't that what it's always been? Because he always clung to his older brother when he was there, and then when he disappeared, Haku took the first opportunity to grasp onto what was there instead, his Messiah.. and then his new Messiah, and then his new Messiah, and then over and over, every single time, again and again. And even now he can't seem to stop doing it--
kento is tall like a tree.. also here, this is your present for going to the interview, good job bb!
(Because even if the other man recognizes his brother, Haku doesn't. Maybe the loss was too traumatic, or more likely, he was just too young. Childhood memories are a funny thing, after all, and often end up bending entirely depending on your own perception even aside from how they have changed over the years as people. There's no way Haku can match up the cruel man standing in front of him with his childish perception of his perfect older brother from when he was little, like a warm light hanging over his memories.)
All he can see is their enemy. And most likely the person who killed Eiri to begin with, considering the fact that he's turning up now. Eiri's a great sniper, after all, it would take more than just a goon to be able to shoot him down like that without Eiri noticing.
But even though he thinks so, even though their enemy is right in front of him.. Haku can't do it anymore. He just can't. He feels completely empty at the loss of yet another Messiah - it's just enough to have reached his breaking point. Who cares if it's Higayama that guns him down here or that it'll eventually be by his own hand when he goes back to Sakura and just can't take the continuing loss anymore? Haku can't even muster up the will to reach for the handgun in his pocket anymore, let alone to grab Eiri's rifle that's been discarded on the ground. ]
Higayama..
[ He breathes out the name, but he can't even muster up the energy to make it sound remotely threatening. He mostly just sounds tired - and he looks like it too, with all the light in his eyes practically having disappeared.
It's odd that the other man is standing there like this, though. Enough that Haku doesn't get it. If he really did shoot down Eiri, then why is he not doing anything now he can easily get a clean shot at Haku? Why is he standing there so open, not even a weapon in his hand, even holding that hand out to him.. Haku frowns lightly, unable to understand the intention behind it. ]
.. what.. do you want?
[ Somewhere in his ear are Souma and Shuusuke's voices talking to each other over their radio, but Haku is mentally so far away that he hardly even hears it, his eyes not leaving Higayama's.
His hand clings a little tighter to Eiri's, though, even as the other can't hold it in return anymore, and even his other hand moves to clench the cold, dead hand between two of his own. It's like a safety blanket, really - isn't that what it's always been? Because he always clung to his older brother when he was there, and then when he disappeared, Haku took the first opportunity to grasp onto what was there instead, his Messiah.. and then his new Messiah, and then his new Messiah, and then over and over, every single time, again and again. And even now he can't seem to stop doing it--
He just doesn't want to be left alone again. ]