[Kouyuki resists as thick fingers seize him by the hair. He punches and kicks, fists slamming into Guts' abdomen, feet flying violently against his shins and knees until, suddenly, he can't reach anymore. Finds himself being thrown out of arms reach. His own feet sliding in mud until they're out from underneath him and he's toppling over backwards into a puddle.
And he sits there a moment, chest rising and falling with angry breaths he can't quite catch, breaths on the verge of hyperventilating. Is he more hurt, more terrified, or more furious? He can't tell. He doesn't know. All that makes sense to him is everything Guts is telling him isn't real.]
They're not fake...
[Hands trembling, he pushes himself back up to his feet. It'd be best to stay down, probably. But he's always been tenacious. Especially when he's fighting for other people. And for his brother.
Nothing that hurt that much could really be a lie.]
Gabe was real! He was my friend! You're the one who's fake!
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And he sits there a moment, chest rising and falling with angry breaths he can't quite catch, breaths on the verge of hyperventilating. Is he more hurt, more terrified, or more furious? He can't tell. He doesn't know. All that makes sense to him is everything Guts is telling him isn't real.]
They're not fake...
[Hands trembling, he pushes himself back up to his feet. It'd be best to stay down, probably. But he's always been tenacious. Especially when he's fighting for other people. And for his brother.
Nothing that hurt that much could really be a lie.]
Gabe was real! He was my friend! You're the one who's fake!