Arthur breathes. Gasping, stuttering at first, but give him a moment and he starts to unwind. His hands loosen their grip, his jaw slackens. Breathe. In, hold, out. In, hold, out. He's not there anymore, he isn't her, he isn't under their blades. The careful rhythm, counting, is a way to physically force himself out of panic.
Eventually, he shakes his head, only barely aware of Akira's presence at this point.]
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Arthur breathes. Gasping, stuttering at first, but give him a moment and he starts to unwind. His hands loosen their grip, his jaw slackens. Breathe. In, hold, out. In, hold, out. He's not there anymore, he isn't her, he isn't under their blades. The careful rhythm, counting, is a way to physically force himself out of panic.
Eventually, he shakes his head, only barely aware of Akira's presence at this point.]