[ it's not like he has good opinions of his team or anything tch
anyway, haru isn't exactly numb to all of this—he is an eighteen year old swim team—but it's easy to start distancing himself from it all. strohl is very different, heated and sympathetic, and he does appreciate that, his expression soft even if it remains pretty staid. ]
Three for me, though the others had their own. There was some overlap... It got confusing, and I remember it all, but—...it's not all there, like I lived it.
[ he doesn't feel dozens of years older, but he also remembers it. it's a strange mix of the two. he coughs into the crook of his arm and continues. ]
...I'm getting better. Tell me what happened to you now.
mmgh. well. he's got more questions, but - strohl won't let haru relive it over and over (haha) if he doesn't want to, so. he shifts a little how he's half collapsed on the ground like an idiot and then pulls something out of his pocket. it's... a little doll!
and he sets it on the bed for haru to look at. ]
It was hers. [ vi's, that is. piltover. because of course it was, because he hasn't relived the loss of his best friend a thousand times over by this point enough. ] I'd know it in a second. Don't know how it related, but I had her gauntlets when I - the third time I woke up.
[ NOOOooo the little doll... it is immediately obvious who it relates to, even without strohl spelling out a name. all it takes is a glance. he looks sympathetic, realizing how close the two are, and knowing these stories never go anywhere good. ]
The third time...?
[ what the hell happened here. not more loops at least. ]
Was Vi... there? [ he likes her very much too so ]
For a moment or two at the beginning. But....at least part of it, I think, was based on her. Reminded me of a story she told me about her home when I got back, now that I've got my head on straight.
The first part, though... [ shaking his head. ] That, I've no idea. Thought I was back home, but it was some - alternate universe. Had all the things I'd want. My home restored, Louis dead, the kingdom at relative peace... even someone I lost alive. But - Will wasn't.
[ his nose wrinkles a little as he tells this, affronted. ] That's what it was trying to tell me. If I felt like Will's death was worth all of that. It wasn't.
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anyway, haru isn't exactly numb to all of this—he is an eighteen year old swim team—but it's easy to start distancing himself from it all. strohl is very different, heated and sympathetic, and he does appreciate that, his expression soft even if it remains pretty staid. ]
Three for me, though the others had their own. There was some overlap... It got confusing, and I remember it all, but—...it's not all there, like I lived it.
[ he doesn't feel dozens of years older, but he also remembers it. it's a strange mix of the two. he coughs into the crook of his arm and continues. ]
...I'm getting better. Tell me what happened to you now.
[ fair's fair ]
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mmgh. well. he's got more questions, but - strohl won't let haru relive it over and over (haha) if he doesn't want to, so. he shifts a little how he's half collapsed on the ground like an idiot and then pulls something out of his pocket. it's... a little doll!
and he sets it on the bed for haru to look at. ]
It was hers. [ vi's, that is. piltover. because of course it was, because he hasn't relived the loss of his best friend a thousand times over by this point enough. ] I'd know it in a second. Don't know how it related, but I had her gauntlets when I - the third time I woke up.
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The third time...?
[ what the hell happened here. not more loops at least. ]
Was Vi... there? [ he likes her very much too so ]
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For a moment or two at the beginning. But....at least part of it, I think, was based on her. Reminded me of a story she told me about her home when I got back, now that I've got my head on straight.
The first part, though... [ shaking his head. ] That, I've no idea. Thought I was back home, but it was some - alternate universe. Had all the things I'd want. My home restored, Louis dead, the kingdom at relative peace... even someone I lost alive. But - Will wasn't.
[ his nose wrinkles a little as he tells this, affronted. ] That's what it was trying to tell me. If I felt like Will's death was worth all of that. It wasn't.