[ waver's insults don't seem to have the same bite they always do. in fact, he looks more like he's trying to hold back from panicking. his body is stiff and he barely registers that natsuo's nails are probably going to leave some sort of a bruise on his arm.
all he can do is focus on his breathing. in. out. in. out. don't think about the war, don't think about the children.
after a minute of breathing, waver looks just a little more composed than before-- like he's barely containing the anxiety that threatens to overwhelm him. ]
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[ waver's insults don't seem to have the same bite they always do. in fact, he looks more like he's trying to hold back from panicking. his body is stiff and he barely registers that natsuo's nails are probably going to leave some sort of a bruise on his arm.
all he can do is focus on his breathing. in. out. in. out. don't think about the war, don't think about the children.
after a minute of breathing, waver looks just a little more composed than before-- like he's barely containing the anxiety that threatens to overwhelm him. ]
It was...a memory of mine. That's all.