[maybe it's for the better that she doesn't meet his gaze, or she'll see the way his expression shifted into a bittersweet sadness, how his eyes glazed over despite there being no trace of any actual tears this time.
he was as ready as he was ever going to be.
he manages one last endeared chuckle at her reaction—as expected—before he feels the knife pierce through his chest. his mind races in those moments of consciousness. of his life back home, his friends and family, his confidants... the people he met on this island, and magilou, of course. there's no coherent thought, just the overwhelming pain of the blade cutting through his heart and the imagery of all the people he holds so dear to him.
it's quick, though.
she makes it merciful with her aim, and it's not long before he goes completely weak; his consciousness fades amid that blinding pain, and his last truly conscious thought as the light fades from his eyes is "fall backwards, don't crush her," because he owes magilou at least that much. but that's it. the life drains from him completely then, and though his eyes are peaceful and his lips remain curved in a faint smile....
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he was as ready as he was ever going to be.
he manages one last endeared chuckle at her reaction—as expected—before he feels the knife pierce through his chest. his mind races in those moments of consciousness. of his life back home, his friends and family, his confidants... the people he met on this island, and magilou, of course. there's no coherent thought, just the overwhelming pain of the blade cutting through his heart and the imagery of all the people he holds so dear to him.
it's quick, though.
she makes it merciful with her aim, and it's not long before he goes completely weak; his consciousness fades amid that blinding pain, and his last truly conscious thought as the light fades from his eyes is "fall backwards, don't crush her," because he owes magilou at least that much. but that's it. the life drains from him completely then, and though his eyes are peaceful and his lips remain curved in a faint smile....
akira kurusu is dead.]