[Yu isn't the type to linger on thoughts of last moments. It's never something he's had to consider, really; even in times when maybe he should have...he has always refused. Always tried to find another way. Uncompromising, dedicated -- it's just another way to say he's stubborn. And here, he stubbornly waits until Ethlyn has her back turned to face what is likely to be a brutal and early death.
Instead--
The world narrows to a sliver, slows to a crawl, as Yu lays eyes on the woman. It's as if his vision doubles, seeing at once two different figures: the first, Ethlyn, but that-- it's not possible, she's retreating into the distance, and the second...
(... Big bro ...)
He sucks in a sharp breath. The visage of a woman, brown-eyed, brown-haired, and for a second, her face is overlaid with a child, even more impossible than seeing Ethlyn in her eyes. It's only for a second, that vision of Nanako all grown up and facing him down like an enemy, but he can't deny that it rattles him. He clutches the spear for more than just its use as a weapon; for a moment, it anchors him in this reality. In this understanding of what can only be a dream. Her face returns to normal -- the maddening normal-not-normal that looks and sounds so much like the woman he's trying to protect, here.
He shakes off the feeling. It isn't easy. But no matter what...he has to stand steady, here and now.]
Sorry, [and the more he speaks, the more he finds himself, confident and certain. She'll find some surprises if she tries to fight him.] I can't do that.
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Instead--
The world narrows to a sliver, slows to a crawl, as Yu lays eyes on the woman. It's as if his vision doubles, seeing at once two different figures: the first, Ethlyn, but that-- it's not possible, she's retreating into the distance, and the second...
(... Big bro ...)
He sucks in a sharp breath. The visage of a woman, brown-eyed, brown-haired, and for a second, her face is overlaid with a child, even more impossible than seeing Ethlyn in her eyes. It's only for a second, that vision of Nanako all grown up and facing him down like an enemy, but he can't deny that it rattles him. He clutches the spear for more than just its use as a weapon; for a moment, it anchors him in this reality. In this understanding of what can only be a dream. Her face returns to normal -- the maddening normal-not-normal that looks and sounds so much like the woman he's trying to protect, here.
He shakes off the feeling. It isn't easy. But no matter what...he has to stand steady, here and now.]
Sorry, [and the more he speaks, the more he finds himself, confident and certain. She'll find some surprises if she tries to fight him.] I can't do that.