[ It's not as if Inigo doesn't hesitate for a moment.
Because this isn't something so small. But it feels easier when he puts it in perspective. This conversation with Tidus. Isn't it much more terrifying than the idea of death? So much scarier than maybe feeling for a moment like he's on the verge of death? It's a little laughable, even to himself, but Inigo knows it's true. Maybe it's since he's been at death's door often enough, but feeling like there's an uncrossable chasm between his best friend and him is so much worse than anything else.
And so he pushes himself over the edge. Loosens the SCA, making sure to shift his hand to quickly grab onto it as tightly as he can as he fully takes it off.
Inigo is fully prepared for any feeling. Choking. Fainting.
But there's nothing. Sure, it does feel.. a bit different, but nowhere near as extreme as he thought. The SCA doesn't even beep in danger, despite Inigo fully expecting it to. Inigo sucks in a breath, and he can feel his lungs filling with actual air.
He sits there for a moment, as if making sure this doesn't have some weird ten second delay, but then slowly lowers his SCA to put it on the ground in front of where he's sitting, if not just so he can have his hands free for a moment to pull them through his hair, stress gliding off his shoulders.
He sticks a thumb up in Tidus's direction, but doesn't actually look at him. ]
'm fine. [ He says, even knowing he wouldn't be able to understand any answer. ]
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Because this isn't something so small. But it feels easier when he puts it in perspective. This conversation with Tidus. Isn't it much more terrifying than the idea of death? So much scarier than maybe feeling for a moment like he's on the verge of death? It's a little laughable, even to himself, but Inigo knows it's true. Maybe it's since he's been at death's door often enough, but feeling like there's an uncrossable chasm between his best friend and him is so much worse than anything else.
And so he pushes himself over the edge. Loosens the SCA, making sure to shift his hand to quickly grab onto it as tightly as he can as he fully takes it off.
Inigo is fully prepared for any feeling. Choking. Fainting.
But there's nothing. Sure, it does feel.. a bit different, but nowhere near as extreme as he thought. The SCA doesn't even beep in danger, despite Inigo fully expecting it to. Inigo sucks in a breath, and he can feel his lungs filling with actual air.
He sits there for a moment, as if making sure this doesn't have some weird ten second delay, but then slowly lowers his SCA to put it on the ground in front of where he's sitting, if not just so he can have his hands free for a moment to pull them through his hair, stress gliding off his shoulders.
He sticks a thumb up in Tidus's direction, but doesn't actually look at him. ]
'm fine. [ He says, even knowing he wouldn't be able to understand any answer. ]