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it's the end of the world as we know it
Oct. 3rd, 2016 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lostcompany[On one hand, he knows he made the right choice - or, at least, he knows that there was only one option he was ever going to take. He knows, on some level, that asking Nanashi's opinion wasn't actually going to affect his choice. And he knows that if, in some alternate reality, he had left and joined back up with Abe, he'd be viciously regretting it right about now.
...On the other hand.
It doesn't quite rise to the level of viciousness, but the regret sneaks in anyways. Any way he could've sliced this was going to end in something being lost, and it would be just his luck that it came down to a choice instead of passive acceptance. Hallelujah can't shake the feeling that he fucked up somehow. The moment they step aboveground in Shinjuku, he summons Chiro and leaves his phone in his pocket, because if he looks at his phone he'll be thinking about that text and thinking about the text is...not great doing right now.
Because life as they know it is about to either be vastly improved or end outright. It absolutely freaks Hallelujah out, and he has a strong suspicion that just about everyone is secretly freaked out to some degree, but of course nobody will cop to that - himself included! - because admitting the possibility of failure is terrible for morale. Put a cork in it, stick it on the shelf, it'll be obsolete by the end of things whether they're victorious or dead. That's the general wisdom, anyways, and for once he's uneasy enough about bringing it up to counter the fretting urge.
Leader seems fine. That doesn't necessarily mean anything, but now, of all times, it doesn't seem right to push.
Shinjuku aboveground feels as boxed-in as ever, but more hostile, the way all of Tokyo has since the declaration of Armageddon. There are oni loitering in the narrow streets now, swatting at resident demons and digging into old shops in search of alcohol, and though they're not here for a fight - out of respect to Ongyo-Ki - they're oni, and the way they puff their chests and glare when the motley crew of humans (....mostly) pass them by has Hallelujah bracing for the likely-inevitable.]
...You sure know how to pick 'em, Leader.
[If this is just the rabble, the demon they're actually here to negotiate with must be something else.]
...On the other hand.
It doesn't quite rise to the level of viciousness, but the regret sneaks in anyways. Any way he could've sliced this was going to end in something being lost, and it would be just his luck that it came down to a choice instead of passive acceptance. Hallelujah can't shake the feeling that he fucked up somehow. The moment they step aboveground in Shinjuku, he summons Chiro and leaves his phone in his pocket, because if he looks at his phone he'll be thinking about that text and thinking about the text is...not great doing right now.
Because life as they know it is about to either be vastly improved or end outright. It absolutely freaks Hallelujah out, and he has a strong suspicion that just about everyone is secretly freaked out to some degree, but of course nobody will cop to that - himself included! - because admitting the possibility of failure is terrible for morale. Put a cork in it, stick it on the shelf, it'll be obsolete by the end of things whether they're victorious or dead. That's the general wisdom, anyways, and for once he's uneasy enough about bringing it up to counter the fretting urge.
Leader seems fine. That doesn't necessarily mean anything, but now, of all times, it doesn't seem right to push.
Shinjuku aboveground feels as boxed-in as ever, but more hostile, the way all of Tokyo has since the declaration of Armageddon. There are oni loitering in the narrow streets now, swatting at resident demons and digging into old shops in search of alcohol, and though they're not here for a fight - out of respect to Ongyo-Ki - they're oni, and the way they puff their chests and glare when the motley crew of humans (....mostly) pass them by has Hallelujah bracing for the likely-inevitable.]
...You sure know how to pick 'em, Leader.
[If this is just the rabble, the demon they're actually here to negotiate with must be something else.]
