[ The door opens between them without fanfare or flirtation, and Gen barely even notices that difference.
Just because he'd dispatched Set on his grim mission doesn't mean he'd been sitting idle himself; the entire time, he'd been desperately scouring as much of the surrounding wilderness as he could, clawing for anything that might help him -- some hint of where Liem had hidden the shard, one of the objects in case he might need to bargain once more, anything. So distracted covering as much ground as he could, Gen snaps to his senses so abruptly at Set's contact that he's physically launched out of the earth and sent crashing into the gravel-sized sand.
That, too, is barely noticed. The fresh scrapes he's earned with his carelessness also go ignored. Instead, the only thing Gen can bring himself to focus on is -- ]
Do you have him?! [ There's the sensation of hands grasping around Set's wrists, yanking him close. Gen crowds in Set's space, but even that isn't enough. Set must feel the way his skin crawls, the back of his eyeballs itching as Gen demands without words to feel through his fingers, and see through his eyes. ] Show me!
[ Having dirtied his own hands by holding Set's precious objects hostage, Gen isn't immune to the fear that Set might attempt some trickery of his own. But he also knows -- as soon as he can see, can feel that shard through Set's senses, he'll know it's Reiji. There's no way he would fail to recognize the smoky pale of Reiji's shard; he would stake his very life on being able to pinpoint the deep, quiet, hollow sadness that shard exudes, so empty that the shard almost feels weightless, yet so heart-wrenching that it chills the very nerves. ]
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Just because he'd dispatched Set on his grim mission doesn't mean he'd been sitting idle himself; the entire time, he'd been desperately scouring as much of the surrounding wilderness as he could, clawing for anything that might help him -- some hint of where Liem had hidden the shard, one of the objects in case he might need to bargain once more, anything. So distracted covering as much ground as he could, Gen snaps to his senses so abruptly at Set's contact that he's physically launched out of the earth and sent crashing into the gravel-sized sand.
That, too, is barely noticed. The fresh scrapes he's earned with his carelessness also go ignored. Instead, the only thing Gen can bring himself to focus on is -- ]
Do you have him?! [ There's the sensation of hands grasping around Set's wrists, yanking him close. Gen crowds in Set's space, but even that isn't enough. Set must feel the way his skin crawls, the back of his eyeballs itching as Gen demands without words to feel through his fingers, and see through his eyes. ] Show me!
[ Having dirtied his own hands by holding Set's precious objects hostage, Gen isn't immune to the fear that Set might attempt some trickery of his own. But he also knows -- as soon as he can see, can feel that shard through Set's senses, he'll know it's Reiji. There's no way he would fail to recognize the smoky pale of Reiji's shard; he would stake his very life on being able to pinpoint the deep, quiet, hollow sadness that shard exudes, so empty that the shard almost feels weightless, yet so heart-wrenching that it chills the very nerves. ]