[The first thing that catches the Fae's eye is that blond braided hair tied up, and in his desperate state—]
Rik—?
[But no, it's not Rikku. How could it be, when everyone's left him now? The surprise nearing hope that widened his reflective eyes disappears, and his fatigue fully shows through instead.]
... you won't be able to see it.
[The sentiment is... a nice one, at least, even if he doesn't believe it, so it serves to calm him somewhat. His grip on the cracking mirror loosens just a touch, enough for the shaking of his hands to become less obvious, and his posture slumps even as his wings flutter to keep him aloft.]
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Rik—?
[But no, it's not Rikku. How could it be, when everyone's left him now? The surprise nearing hope that widened his reflective eyes disappears, and his fatigue fully shows through instead.]
... you won't be able to see it.
[The sentiment is... a nice one, at least, even if he doesn't believe it, so it serves to calm him somewhat. His grip on the cracking mirror loosens just a touch, enough for the shaking of his hands to become less obvious, and his posture slumps even as his wings flutter to keep him aloft.]