He wanted to be sorry, to one, the other, to both! He could spin around later on and make it up to Eion, could come by dead of night and offer support bodily. He couldn’t, however, do any of that for Aelius. Knew there was nothing the other Senshi would accept from him right now that wouldn’t be fought tooth and nail — or maybe just fled from?
So long as he gets that he can’t go far.
“Faustite! Firebrand? We’re heading out kay—s’enough of this…” if he could’ve carved out an easement with his eyes, let red linger over dying flames and hunched frames before finally advancing on Heliodor properly.
“It’s enough Helio,” soft as silt, dead as the air in a grave, Albite didn’t feel right in the middle, itched as he took a side, closing the distance for a final time between himself and Heliodor. “You had all the time in the world to be alone. You’re the one who came back. You’re the one who chose to stay after the fact, to join the team, to come on our missions and hitch your wagon to Faustite’s. Somewhere along some line, you agreed? *Stayed in the Negaverse when you didn’t have to,* I don’t know what the ******** happened before, but this? It’s as much you, as it is him at this point.”
He wondered if Cerbs would pop in from being nosy? Would keep Faustite company in the way only some otherworldly, extraplanar tribis from hell could? He could think it at him real hard — encourage the pair of legs and preening scythed beaks beyond the doors n walls to stay long after he’d grabbed Helio n gone.
Was worth a shot…
“Except for this part—cause no one—not even Metallia her ******** self—could make me be anywhere I’m not already willing to be. No one on this Earth is ranked high enough to order me into something like this, what with the massive responsibility of it all. So! S’my choice too. M’very much the obstinate ‘would rather die first’ type — which means it’s absolutely of my own desires that I’m agreeing to anything at all. You’re gonna learn that about me…same as I’m gonna learn some s**t about you…” calm and serious as he reached for Helio again, with hands full of magic and flared black velvet made to snare, squeeze, and hold.
If Helio was going home? It was because he was taking him there. If he left? It was because Waru allowed it—and he would—take him home—let him leave again—eventually.
“Love you Firebrand—“ last gasp confession before he was dragging on the Super and pulling him through subspace, aiming for the innards of Helios apartment, propriety and politeness be damned.
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