[It's something about hearing and feeling their voice - it sounds like both of them and neither of them - and Karamatsu's plea that finalizes the desire to pull away in Ichimatsu's half of their mind. He lurches out, somehow, and there's another blinding flash as they separate.
Ichimatsu - just himself, once more - skids across the floor a short ways from the force of the divide, and just. Lies there. Face flat against the stone.
Nope. Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Never moving again. He's good, thanks. (He's not good, at all, and never will be again. And god, there's already an ache in his heart where Karamatsu's confidence was.)]
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Ichimatsu - just himself, once more - skids across the floor a short ways from the force of the divide, and just. Lies there. Face flat against the stone.
Nope. Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Never moving again. He's good, thanks. (He's not good, at all, and never will be again. And god, there's already an ache in his heart where Karamatsu's confidence was.)]