There was too much dissonance in the words. Albedo didn't know where to begin. A Rubedo that claimed to be happy to see them--when an encompassing truth had been shown that they were only a bother. Albedo lost awareness of Nigredo, of the world. His twin was rambling, moving in a way that Albedo knew, in a way that couldn't be doubted, through actions rather than words, expressions more than impressions, and speaking in truth because when riled up like this, Albedo knew that Rubedo failed at being a liar. Was too easily seen through, and here, he seemed to be hiding nothing. An irony seen and forgotten, because everything... Everything was too shrouded by the past of all three of them to have any clarity.
He couldn't take in anything. He couldn't accept-- Important?! If they were so important, then why did Rubedo walk away?! And everything-- Everything else, he would--
His twin moved and Albedo froze, mental processes freezing halfway through rage. This is the fear your other selves have taught me, Rubedo. I can't even strike you down without steeling myself to your touch.
But where Albedo expected forward momentum, Rubedo moved back and away, and for a moment, the two youngest were left together. Albedo stared after. Did little else but stare after. And when Nigredo chose to speak, to voice a stuttered concern, Albedo's eyes remained focused on Rubedo's movements. A moment. Two. More than that, before his eyes rolled to Nigredo, staring for the breath of a heartbeat before his gaze skittered away. He didn't want anything. Right now. Right now, he would just die and all of it would end and--
His hand reflexively reached for Nigredo's. For the sole point to remaining alive. "I don't know--" he said, evenly, eyes refocused on his twin. "I don't know if I can do this."
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He couldn't take in anything. He couldn't accept-- Important?! If they were so important, then why did Rubedo walk away?! And everything-- Everything else, he would--
His twin moved and Albedo froze, mental processes freezing halfway through rage. This is the fear your other selves have taught me, Rubedo. I can't even strike you down without steeling myself to your touch.
But where Albedo expected forward momentum, Rubedo moved back and away, and for a moment, the two youngest were left together. Albedo stared after. Did little else but stare after. And when Nigredo chose to speak, to voice a stuttered concern, Albedo's eyes remained focused on Rubedo's movements. A moment. Two. More than that, before his eyes rolled to Nigredo, staring for the breath of a heartbeat before his gaze skittered away. He didn't want anything. Right now. Right now, he would just die and all of it would end and--
His hand reflexively reached for Nigredo's. For the sole point to remaining alive. "I don't know--" he said, evenly, eyes refocused on his twin. "I don't know if I can do this."