[ he takes those hands and squeezes them, instead of clenching his fists, bringing their joined hands up to press into his forehead. remember those pre-game threads we did? where they were emotionally fucked up and everything was implied to be awful?

the real thing is so, so much worse. we did not even touch upon the depths. ]

... we got everybody. At least, we think we did. Lucas wasn't even showin' any signs when Yuffie - [ bites his lip, before lowering their hands and looking up at her. ] It's not a win. None of this is. We really are bleedin' out.