[There are words being spoken that aren't meant for him, but he can tell they're measured, extracted from them, specifically for them.
It isn't fair. This is essentially their own doing. Who better to know what would get at them the most?
Leo's voice seems barely audible amidst the constant murmurs, the innocent-sounding recitations of words heard from some point or another, yet still sounding so mocking. Donnie would be angry if he weren't feeling so spent.
"'You shouldn't be depending on your brother or anyone else to back you up when you're like that,' Misaka points out, simply acknowledging that a valid point can still be made by someone who can call themselves scum."]
....
[His grip slackens slightly from around Leo's arm, pulled away by the Sisters- They're not herethey'renotherethey'renothere
The explosive sounds jolt through him. Impossible as he knows it is, he can practically feel those tendrils sliding across his shell. He opens his eyes, looking at Leo desperately.
Donnie's here. Barely. He's...he's trying, he's shaking so bad and it seems to take so much effort to move his arms again, feeling like he's being pulled away, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind it can't be physically possible, but he manages to sling an arm around Leo, curling against his shell as he pulls his other hand around.
It doesn't come about immediately, but Leo will find his vision cleared as Donnie slips his goggles over his brother's face.]
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It isn't fair. This is essentially their own doing. Who better to know what would get at them the most?
Leo's voice seems barely audible amidst the constant murmurs, the innocent-sounding recitations of words heard from some point or another, yet still sounding so mocking. Donnie would be angry if he weren't feeling so spent.
"'You shouldn't be depending on your brother or anyone else to back you up when you're like that,' Misaka points out, simply acknowledging that a valid point can still be made by someone who can call themselves scum."]
....
[His grip slackens slightly from around Leo's arm, pulled away by the Sisters- They're not herethey'renotherethey'renothere
The explosive sounds jolt through him. Impossible as he knows it is, he can practically feel those tendrils sliding across his shell. He opens his eyes, looking at Leo desperately.
Donnie's here. Barely. He's...he's trying, he's shaking so bad and it seems to take so much effort to move his arms again, feeling like he's being pulled away, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind it can't be physically possible, but he manages to sling an arm around Leo, curling against his shell as he pulls his other hand around.
It doesn't come about immediately, but Leo will find his vision cleared as Donnie slips his goggles over his brother's face.]