[ Has to be. This isn't the first thing he's seen here, but this one is all too encompassing, wrapping around them no matter how many steps they take. The sky darkens with the flicker of wood and crackling red, taste of smoke settling faintly on their tongues.
But perhaps the worst is the noise. Amidst the sound of fire raging, embers popping, the air is pierced by something else; high pitched, panicked, a multitude of voices melting into the trees. Children's voices.
More specifically, children's screams.
And if Ahito looks, in the corner of his eye, he can see two small figures clamoring over each other amidst the chaos. One with a shock of white hair, and the other a mess of brown.
Shinjiro's fingers grip his hat and tug it further, further over his eyes, like he's trying not to watch. Or to feel. ]
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[ Has to be. This isn't the first thing he's seen here, but this one is all too encompassing, wrapping around them no matter how many steps they take. The sky darkens with the flicker of wood and crackling red, taste of smoke settling faintly on their tongues.
But perhaps the worst is the noise. Amidst the sound of fire raging, embers popping, the air is pierced by something else; high pitched, panicked, a multitude of voices melting into the trees. Children's voices.
More specifically, children's screams.
And if Ahito looks, in the corner of his eye, he can see two small figures clamoring over each other amidst the chaos. One with a shock of white hair, and the other a mess of brown.
Shinjiro's fingers grip his hat and tug it further, further over his eyes, like he's trying not to watch. Or to feel. ]