akaikujixyaku:

                  .:|| ↑→↓ No. ↓←↑ ||:.

                                  .:|| ↑→↓ No no no no no. ↓←↑ ||:.

                  _{He wouldn’t do that. He’s brilliant, he’s reasonable.}

                                                      _{He’s emotional. He cares about you.}

                   _{It wasn’t true.It couldn’t be— god dammit no he would have said something, he would have confronted her! He would have asked her what she was thinking, pleaded, reasoned, and scolded. He wouldn’t do this- he knew better than to run in head first at danger…}

                                                  _{Except he didn’t, did he?}

                                                         _{He was a knight. She, the princess.}

 _{She had been something like that in his eyes, hadn’t she? Delicate, laughing, blushing, sheepish Emi. Who wrote and baked and danced on occasion, and did her very best to live a happy dual life even if it meant she could be hurt, even if it meant she was in danger. She didn’t let anyone help because she couldn’t have them getting hurt in her place. This- this could not happen. It was everything she fought so hard to avoid. It was all of her late nights and forged doctor’s notes and bandages and first aid training. It was trusting Akira to get into the heads of anyone who was close and steer them away from their inklings.} 

                                                            .:|| ↑→↓ NO! ↓←↑ ||:.

 There was no way. She would not lose him.

 _{She’d sooner die herself.}

What can you do when it’s already too late…?