[Sephiroth's breathing starts to come in quick, successive pulls of air as Selen's presence is added to by Sheena, then Jade comes in and crouches close too-
Too close. Can't...breathe-
He swallows yet more frenzied gulps of air and seems to suddenly wake from his stupor at staring at the corner of the pavement to his side. Flicking his eyes to each and every one as they reach out to him, some of them even touching. Most of the haziness from the drink seems to be clearing but the clarity reaching his logic now isn't constructive at all.]
Get. Away from me.
[He even pushes, grazing fingertips across the brick of the corner of the building, against the wall to push himself forwards and then back again into the corner. Only to get distance where he's feeling trapped. Perchance to breathe where he's all of a sudden acutely aware of the sensation of his chest and throat tightening as they all press in to try to help.
It doesn't help, though, and Sephiroth shuffles his body along the side of the wall some; away from the deposit he made earlier. Leather doesn't slide very well on the concrete but the difficulty just defines everything about life, the claws dug in deep from the underside of his own introspection.
He rests heavily against the wall a few feet away and draws knees up under his chin, curling arms across knees tightly enough that he might well break himself if he did so any tighter, and pressing his forehead hard against where his knees met.]
I'm not worth any of this. Just let it be.
[It's spoken loudly but only so that his voice isn't mumbled against his knees, as the short gasps of air might well sound like sobs if they weren't so strangled, panicked.]
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Too close. Can't...breathe-
He swallows yet more frenzied gulps of air and seems to suddenly wake from his stupor at staring at the corner of the pavement to his side. Flicking his eyes to each and every one as they reach out to him, some of them even touching. Most of the haziness from the drink seems to be clearing but the clarity reaching his logic now isn't constructive at all.]
Get. Away from me.
[He even pushes, grazing fingertips across the brick of the corner of the building, against the wall to push himself forwards and then back again into the corner. Only to get distance where he's feeling trapped. Perchance to breathe where he's all of a sudden acutely aware of the sensation of his chest and throat tightening as they all press in to try to help.
It doesn't help, though, and Sephiroth shuffles his body along the side of the wall some; away from the deposit he made earlier. Leather doesn't slide very well on the concrete but the difficulty just defines everything about life, the claws dug in deep from the underside of his own introspection.
He rests heavily against the wall a few feet away and draws knees up under his chin, curling arms across knees tightly enough that he might well break himself if he did so any tighter, and pressing his forehead hard against where his knees met.]
I'm not worth any of this. Just let it be.
[It's spoken loudly but only so that his voice isn't mumbled against his knees, as the short gasps of air might well sound like sobs if they weren't so strangled, panicked.]