The bracelet on Yuna's wrist.
The friendship bracelet. Still there. Swinging with the motion of what was being done to the wrist it was attached to.
He had made that bracelet.
With his hands.
When he was ten.
PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"'IAAAANGHH~!! AAANGHH~!!'"
Both of them.
The chain between the two women he had spent his whole life loving pulled taut between their bodies, and the man who had spent this entire night systematically dismantling the architecture of everything Gareth had built his identity around stood between them and looked at Gareth with the warm, unhurried expression of someone who was not afraid of anything in this room.
The cold went deeper.
Something in Gareth's blood moved.
He knew, He was weak.
He had known it.
He had known it in the garden and had filed it and had not known what to do with the filing.
The cold went deeper still.
It went past his training.
Past his muscles.
Past the accumulated physical development of twenty years of hard work.
