[Be swift. Be swift. Be swift. Be swift. Be swift. The words thud in her mind in time to her heartbeat. The feeling of Bandou pulling away, slipping out her fingers even by centimeters makes her startle, hands closing tighter around what little purchase she still has. Desperate to keep that link. She watches him numbly, how he tries to pull himself together, stands taller, and the question he asks her kirin.
The request Keiki denies, as gently as he is like to. A denial she understands as his compassion for this place, for its people, which she cannot bring herself to disagree with. To spare the people too much suffering even if it has to hurt them. That this has to be it. To staunch the bleeding her exit will cause in this divergent world. A world dissimilar enough from the Japan she came from to resist even a kirin slipping through.
A piece of her whispers it, dark and greedy, clever in ways she doesn't think of herself and cowardly in ways she tries so hard to purge, but it's right there. That is enough. Wrapped in the truth of a storm he shouldn't have caused, couldn't have. He came himself. He didn't get help. Listen, listen, listen. It would only take the words and the hard-won breath in her lungs. The authority of her throne, the arrogance of an empress.
A stay of execution, just long enough to build a funeral pyre for this love, but—]
[Another pang in his chest at Keiki's reply. He has to look away from the man who seems incapable of fathoming just how attached Bandou's become. Since the moment she first bothered to sit beside him at a bus stop and give him an informative lecture on how to properly treat a nose bleed, to the rush of confidence and goosebumps he had when she recognized him behind the counter at his job and took on a relieved smile hearing he was feeling better. From pillow forts to sandcastles, each named for their union. From first times to an ever lengthening list of other firsts to share. Should he even bother trying to explain? To get him to understand just why this moment is so difficult for him?
There's no point, he thinks. Until Youko finally speaks a command he wasn't expecting, in the slightest. Tears ceasing, he stares wide-eyed at her before his gaze flicks back up to the man. And before Keiki can respond he finds himself raising his hands in protest.]
Wait, wh-what??
[He'd been pleading with Keiki this whole time, completely forgetting that Youko holds the reigns here. And was Youko implying she'd stay? Leave her empire behind? Right now, he can't think of another interpretation of her order. As is the usual with his emotions, they've spun completely around, flipping him from a sulking mess to confused and panic ridden.]
N-no, Youko, you...you can't do that! Not, not for me!
[He's not worth that. If it was the other way around...would he leave HOMRA? Could he? His thoughts hesitate in bringing him an answer to that sudden, intrusive question. After all, a small found family disguised as a ruthless street gang is nothing in comparison to the masses of an entire kingdom who rely on her for guidance and protection. And even he's not petty enough to claim he deserves her attention more.]
[Those words drive the breath from his lungs and seed alarm in his heart. Return to Kei? Certainly not. He cannot leave her, she cannot refuse to return, she knows this. What under Heaven would possess her to say such a thing? He dimly hears the boy — 'Saburouta'; she called him 'Saburouta' — vacillating between two outbursts at her words, one of confusion and one of protestation, clearly as blindsided as Keiki feels. He cannot see the intention behind her words not yet an order.
It is enough to drive him past propriety, stepping directly to her side and into her sight. Any shred of neutrality he bore is eliminated with the decision, all serenity and grace and composure struck from his countenance, replaced with dismay and hurt. Voice raised in a strange choir harmony with all Saburouta has said.]
Your Majesty! You cannot mean that, you must not—
[Abdicate. That cannot be her intention, she would not surely, she will not—!]
[It isn't hard to guess after all their time together what thoughts might be filling his head, fueling his capricious emotions in this charged moment. At seeing that panic overtake him, Youko releases the death-grip she has on his shirt, letting her hands draw back to catch his palms. An interstice in what she has to do, while the objections from her kirin fall on deaf ears.]
Saburouta, please... don't misunderstand. [Softly and furtively spoken, as if for his ears only, with a squeeze of his hands and as much false strength as she can put behind her brittle smile.] There is no version of this story where I don't go back.
[To betray the Mandate of Heaven is to leave the Way. To stray from the Way is a path to death. To abdicate her throne is welcoming death. Just some of those hundreds of little intricacies she has tried to tell him before about her life, her duty.
The arrogance of an empress. It isn't a natural thing for her to tap into at the best of moments, but she reaches for it now all the same, buffeted by Bandou's shock and Keiki's horror. Bleeds away all the tenderness for that register of command that doesn't fully fit on her tongue, the prideful stature of someone chosen, dominance. Her still weeping eyes, made as sharp as she can manage with tears clinging to her lashes, find Keiki there in the hollow at her side and that low, still foreign-to-her imperious voice slips free. A call for silence, for obedience.]
Return to Kei. [The directive, repeated.] You will petition Ren for assistance in my retrieval. [The objective. A bid for diplomacy.] Across the Void Sea or here, neither place will escape unscathed if I leave with you now. This place and people bear enough scars, which I'm certain you've seen. I do not wish to cause more harm and grief than I must. [The rationale. A demand for a show of the depths of a kirin's compassion.] If Ren cannot spare Ren Taiho and the Gogoukanda, I will accept the responsibility for what must be inflicted both Here and There. [The concession. A fail-safe.] That is my command.
[Lastly, the order. A cruel test of the oath her kirin swore to her, but one Youko administers all the same.]
[Her words to him, he'd find them beautifully poetic if it weren't the last thing he'd hoped to hear. Even protesting a moment earlier, outwardly announcing and inwardly degrading himself to something that couldn't begin to compare to the importance of the people she governs. Well, it's obvious by his eyes flooding once more what he really hoped for. He wants to be petty in this moment. Complain and reference every instance in his past where he was never the one chosen. Never the golden child that was given love and respect. He wants to be the most important and cherished thing by someone. By her. But he simply can't be that selfish.
None of the orders Youko speaks to Keiki make sense to him, names and terms that sound beyond foreign to his ears. But he's too caught up in all the conflicting voices in his head to try to decipher it. He pulls his hands free from Youko's grasp, hoping he can banish the self depreciating thoughts from his mind by wiping away the tears that flow down his reddened cheeks.]
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The request Keiki denies, as gently as he is like to. A denial she understands as his compassion for this place, for its people, which she cannot bring herself to disagree with. To spare the people too much suffering even if it has to hurt them. That this has to be it. To staunch the bleeding her exit will cause in this divergent world. A world dissimilar enough from the Japan she came from to resist even a kirin slipping through.
A piece of her whispers it, dark and greedy, clever in ways she doesn't think of herself and cowardly in ways she tries so hard to purge, but it's right there. That is enough. Wrapped in the truth of a storm he shouldn't have caused, couldn't have. He came himself. He didn't get help. Listen, listen, listen. It would only take the words and the hard-won breath in her lungs. The authority of her throne, the arrogance of an empress.
A stay of execution, just long enough to build a funeral pyre for this love, but—]
Keiki. Return... to Kei.
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There's no point, he thinks. Until Youko finally speaks a command he wasn't expecting, in the slightest. Tears ceasing, he stares wide-eyed at her before his gaze flicks back up to the man. And before Keiki can respond he finds himself raising his hands in protest.]
Wait, wh-what??
[He'd been pleading with Keiki this whole time, completely forgetting that Youko holds the reigns here. And was Youko implying she'd stay? Leave her empire behind? Right now, he can't think of another interpretation of her order. As is the usual with his emotions, they've spun completely around, flipping him from a sulking mess to confused and panic ridden.]
N-no, Youko, you...you can't do that! Not, not for me!
[He's not worth that. If it was the other way around...would he leave HOMRA? Could he? His thoughts hesitate in bringing him an answer to that sudden, intrusive question. After all, a small found family disguised as a ruthless street gang is nothing in comparison to the masses of an entire kingdom who rely on her for guidance and protection. And even he's not petty enough to claim he deserves her attention more.]
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It is enough to drive him past propriety, stepping directly to her side and into her sight. Any shred of neutrality he bore is eliminated with the decision, all serenity and grace and composure struck from his countenance, replaced with dismay and hurt. Voice raised in a strange choir harmony with all Saburouta has said.]
Your Majesty! You cannot mean that, you must not—
[Abdicate. That cannot be her intention, she would not surely, she will not—!]
We must return!
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Saburouta, please... don't misunderstand. [Softly and furtively spoken, as if for his ears only, with a squeeze of his hands and as much false strength as she can put behind her brittle smile.] There is no version of this story where I don't go back.
[To betray the Mandate of Heaven is to leave the Way. To stray from the Way is a path to death. To abdicate her throne is welcoming death. Just some of those hundreds of little intricacies she has tried to tell him before about her life, her duty.
The arrogance of an empress. It isn't a natural thing for her to tap into at the best of moments, but she reaches for it now all the same, buffeted by Bandou's shock and Keiki's horror. Bleeds away all the tenderness for that register of command that doesn't fully fit on her tongue, the prideful stature of someone chosen, dominance. Her still weeping eyes, made as sharp as she can manage with tears clinging to her lashes, find Keiki there in the hollow at her side and that low, still foreign-to-her imperious voice slips free. A call for silence, for obedience.]
Return to Kei. [The directive, repeated.] You will petition Ren for assistance in my retrieval. [The objective. A bid for diplomacy.] Across the Void Sea or here, neither place will escape unscathed if I leave with you now. This place and people bear enough scars, which I'm certain you've seen. I do not wish to cause more harm and grief than I must. [The rationale. A demand for a show of the depths of a kirin's compassion.] If Ren cannot spare Ren Taiho and the Gogoukanda, I will accept the responsibility for what must be inflicted both Here and There. [The concession. A fail-safe.] That is my command.
[Lastly, the order. A cruel test of the oath her kirin swore to her, but one Youko administers all the same.]
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None of the orders Youko speaks to Keiki make sense to him, names and terms that sound beyond foreign to his ears. But he's too caught up in all the conflicting voices in his head to try to decipher it. He pulls his hands free from Youko's grasp, hoping he can banish the self depreciating thoughts from his mind by wiping away the tears that flow down his reddened cheeks.]