[ two choices, sakamoto thinks, knows. he has two choices in the end, grey areas be damned, and less than a second to make a decision.
he hates the battlefield's snap decisions, the weight behind each choice, but he makes his all the same.
so instead of lashing out, instead of putting a boy half his age on the ground, instead of catching at skinny limbs and breaking his grip like so much brittle glass
sakamoto drops to a knee, and he lets it happen. ]
Badou!
[ said again, and this time the plea is audible, the warning muted like curtains drawn across a lit window. are you there? can you hear me? i'm here. ]
Re: a call
he hates the battlefield's snap decisions, the weight behind each choice, but he makes his all the same.
so instead of lashing out, instead of putting a boy half his age on the ground, instead of catching at skinny limbs and breaking his grip like so much brittle glass
sakamoto drops to a knee, and he lets it happen. ]
Badou!
[ said again, and this time the plea is audible, the warning muted like curtains drawn across a lit window. are you there? can you hear me? i'm here. ]