[ It's hard to leave, after all of that. The wind feels cold against the wet patch on his shoulder from where Sinistra's tears have sunk into the fabric of his jacket; Momo's heart flutters with worry, even as he walks backwards along uneven cobblestone to make distance again.
If Sinistra felt small in his arms, he seems even more transient just standing there. A thin man with haunted eyes, bisected from a whole. His fingers were cold against Momo's cheek.
Still, Momo smiles. Even when he can barely make out Sinistra's expression in the dark, Momo grins with the entirety of his body, hands cupped around his mouth before they extend into the sky to wave. ]
—Sinistra!
I'm rooting for you!
[ You can do it, you can do it. With that mental exchange of karma, Momo turns on his heels and disappears around the corner. ]
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If Sinistra felt small in his arms, he seems even more transient just standing there. A thin man with haunted eyes, bisected from a whole. His fingers were cold against Momo's cheek.
Still, Momo smiles. Even when he can barely make out Sinistra's expression in the dark, Momo grins with the entirety of his body, hands cupped around his mouth before they extend into the sky to wave. ]
—Sinistra!
I'm rooting for you!
[ You can do it, you can do it. With that mental exchange of karma, Momo turns on his heels and disappears around the corner. ]