[He lets out a gruff sound as he attempts to get up. This time the snow had caught him, but it didn't help much with the wounds he had sustained before his arrival here. He could feel that he had major bruising all over his body and possibly even a broken arm. And it hurt to move, but move he did, and when he had just gained the motivation to lift himself up out of the pile he heard his name and fell right back into it.]
[With a wince he turns to look at who had spoken his name. And when his eyes catch sight of the younger Deadman his first reaction was to smile. At least Ganta was out of harm's way, that was good, and he generally was just glad to have a familiar face in such a strange and foreign land. ]
Igarashi kun... [He lets out a sigh of relief.] I am glad to see you, what about the others?...
[And then slowly his eyes lower and the smile on his face dulls. Something was different, Ganta looked...older, and that look he was giving him. The disbelief and astonishment swimming in his eyes, it was like he was seeing a ghost.]
[Carefully he lifted himself up again, the smile on his face completely gone as realization starts to dawn on him. Ganta didn't look older, he was older. That's why he didn't recognize his voice right off, and why now he could see the same look in his eyes that was held by so many prisoners put through Deadman Wonderlands trials and competitions.]
[And from the way he was looking at him...]
[It wasn't really a surprise; he had the odds stacked up against him. He had fallen like a fool into their trap and had no way to fight back. He looks down to gather his thoughts a moment, and when he looked up his eyes catch the glint of the sun shining against the tears on Ganta's face.]
...Igarashi...kun?[What was he doing, dwelling on matters that for him have yet to come. Right now Ganta was alive, and would live, and that thought alone filled him with an unexplainable joy. He couldn't help but smile, and for a moment he completely forgot about his pain as he pushed himself up and walked over to the young boy…no… man.]
How peculiar... [Slowly he reaches up and wipes away some of those tears from under Ganta's eyes.] Your heart is so warm, you're making it Rain.
[He chuckles a little, still smiling brightly but none of it could hide the fact that right now, his own eye's where beginning to form the warm tears of a reunion that previously he hadn’t a clue he was a part of.]
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[He lets out a gruff sound as he attempts to get up. This time the snow had caught him, but it didn't help much with the wounds he had sustained before his arrival here. He could feel that he had major bruising all over his body and possibly even a broken arm. And it hurt to move, but move he did, and when he had just gained the motivation to lift himself up out of the pile he heard his name and fell right back into it.]
[With a wince he turns to look at who had spoken his name. And when his eyes catch sight of the younger Deadman his first reaction was to smile. At least Ganta was out of harm's way, that was good, and he generally was just glad to have a familiar face in such a strange and foreign land. ]
Igarashi kun... [He lets out a sigh of relief.] I am glad to see you, what about the others?...
[And then slowly his eyes lower and the smile on his face dulls. Something was different, Ganta looked...older, and that look he was giving him. The disbelief and astonishment swimming in his eyes, it was like he was seeing a ghost.]
[Carefully he lifted himself up again, the smile on his face completely gone as realization starts to dawn on him. Ganta didn't look older, he was older. That's why he didn't recognize his voice right off, and why now he could see the same look in his eyes that was held by so many prisoners put through Deadman Wonderlands trials and competitions.]
[And from the way he was looking at him...]
[It wasn't really a surprise; he had the odds stacked up against him. He had fallen like a fool into their trap and had no way to fight back. He looks down to gather his thoughts a moment, and when he looked up his eyes catch the glint of the sun shining against the tears on Ganta's face.]
...Igarashi...kun?[What was he doing, dwelling on matters that for him have yet to come. Right now Ganta was alive, and would live, and that thought alone filled him with an unexplainable joy. He couldn't help but smile, and for a moment he completely forgot about his pain as he pushed himself up and walked over to the young boy…no… man.]
How peculiar... [Slowly he reaches up and wipes away some of those tears from under Ganta's eyes.] Your heart is so warm, you're making it Rain.
[He chuckles a little, still smiling brightly but none of it could hide the fact that right now, his own eye's where beginning to form the warm tears of a reunion that previously he hadn’t a clue he was a part of.]