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Satra didn’t believe it, he could not believe it, he will not believe it… but Lance was dead, wasn’t he? He needed to think, or ask.. maybe Hilda didn’t saw him die… he just closed his eyes and breathed trying to process the fact that his -crush- best friend was most likely probably dead and-wait-what- what happened to his piercings… they were gone.. all of them…n-no not all .. r-right?
Satra quickly started to look for a mirror, he had to look his face! As he stood up, trembling, Hilda held him down “Satra! Don’t move! You still need to heal! I understand your shock! I really do! But you’re safe now! And-“ As soon as Hilda talked, about his “safeness” Satra’s shock and confusion turned to slight anger, he was safe before! He may have been on the run, but he was happy! Had protection! He was safe! Why couldn’t Hilda understand?!? Division 2 understood that! Sure they carried on the mission…but for different motives! Hilda genuinely thought this was best… he couldn’t help but cry.
Not to mention the thoughts, the daunting thoughts, of Saber not eating with them, Poko not being sarcastic, Fletcher not having to take care of them, Simon, Alto, everyone on the boat… he would never see the again… All of them not being together… that thought was so.. unbearable… And Lance.. oh god Lance. His hugs, his smile, his everything, he could be truly gone?