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[i]What the hell is that?![/i]

Duncan wasn't sure whether the words ever left him. He didn't even have time to properly startle at the weird, glowing threads emerging from Asahi's fingertips, before one slipped under his skin and forced his entire body into a shudder. It was a violent shudder, part-disgust, part something so powerful it left Duncan gasping for breath. He didn't have words for it, but it wasn't [i]entirely [/i]foreign. He'd felt bits of it before, at home, back then, then at that other time, and when she'd--

His memories changed, twisted, until he no longer recognized them. No one he knew featured in them, and he soon understood why: they weren't his own. But the feelings they stirred felt as if they [i]were[/i]. His heart was pounding, waves upon waves of nausea blocking his throat. He couldn't breathe. Was this what Asahi was feeling? That Asahi? Right now?! 

Then he saw the light, flickering at the end of a tunnel of torment, both figurative and not. F[i]acsimile?[/i] Duncan couldn't even pronounce that shit! He didn't know where the word came from, much less why he understood what it meant. The pink, silken thread. Tsubaki wasn't fine by chance, she was fine because of [i]him [/i]- because of [i]Asahi[/i]. Sasuke would be too, and so would Yuki. If only--

The real world returned like a slap, leaving Duncan reeling. He was still gasping for breath when he heard Asahi speak in that annoying, sassy way he tended to. There was no way the dude was feeling all of those horrible things right now, if he could still mouth off. Ugh.

[color=0099aa]"[i]Shut up,[/i] damnit,"[/color] Duncan whined, breath shaky, one hand on the ground in an attempt to steady himself.[color=0099aa] "I'm trying to [i]think [/i]here! If we all got these fac-- facs... fuck..." [/color] he gave up on pronouncing the word before he even truly tried, [color=0099aa]"[i]light things[/i] cause we're Awakened, can't we just..."[/color]

Duncan, face still twisted from shared agony, turned to Asahi as if expecting him to know whether the idea was shit or not. [color=0099aa]"I don't know, [i]give [/i]some of that light [i]to [/i]him? Or-- or [i]Awaken [/i]him? Can the threads you got transfer light? Cause I got plenty! Plenty of [i]whatever [/i]to give, so just-- take it."[/color] He offered his arm again, like he was about to donate blood.

Duncan understood more than he had a moment ago, and yet he still felt as if he understood nothing. He was ready to break the rules of facsimiles and the Awakened and whatever else in an attempt to save Sasuke and Yuki - but first he had to know what the hell the rules [i]were[/i].[/color]