[ There's a brief moment of dread when Daniel suddenly notices the change. The weather outside shifting, something Daniel can hear more than he can see, and then the way objects start flying around the room. He has no clue what triggered Mob to enter that state last time around, and he can't help but worry for a moment if he's causing the same thing right now--
Though that's exactly the sort of thing that drives Daniel to action. It always has. And the sudden disappearance of the pain in his body - not even leaving behind a dull pain, but instead the sensation of nothing at all - helps the man to actually move. It's something his body is definitely going to regret once the pain returns, but Daniel isn't thinking about that right now. The boy who ran out into a typhoon to save a girl never thought about that decision either, after all, despite potential deadly consequences.
So the man suddenly sits up with a speed that shouldn't be possible for a guy with his kind of injury, but as long as he's not feeling the pain, he can force himself up, force himself to lean over and wrap his arms around the boy sitting there in the chair, pulling Mob against his chest, holding him tightly. There's even more risk than the sudden return of the pain, since if even one of the objects crashes into his back, Daniel would just black out again entirely-- but that's another thing he's not thinking about.
Especially not when such a strong feeling hits him while he's holding Mob. Different from the physical pain. Instead it's something deeper, more emotional, and Daniel knows that it's got to be Mob's feelings in this moment, but at the same time it somehow feels like his own. Like there's a strange moment where he isn't quite sure where his own emotions end and Mob's begin.
It's so familiar, after all. The regret. The fear. The guilt.
Everything you taught me-- I did the opposite! I did everything wrong!
A teenage boy, shirt covered in blood, frantically pacing back and forth, on the verge of tears.
I feel like the whole damn world is coming down on me! And it's all my fault-- I did it myself!
It's been so long. Daniel hasn't even thought back on that moment in a long, long time, but it's drawn right back to the forefront of his mind right now, like the echo of that moment is too similar to Mob's own feelings that the boy's powers latch onto it, draw it out.
I'm so sorry, mister Miyagi-- when I first started out, I never meant for it to end up the way that it did.
It's too overwhelming. The feeling washes over him due to Mob's powers, and Daniel breathes deeply, shakily. It's not even just his own memory, it's just.. Mob's feelings are too overwhelming, and knowing that such a young kid is dealing with all of this is too overwhelming, and he should be doing more about this, but he can't, because he's not mister Miyagi, he can't make it right the way that man always could.
Still, he doesn't let go of Mob, not even when the tears start coming silently. ]
Don't apologize, Shigeo. [ Daniel somehow manages to force out words between all of it all the same. Because he has to. He wants Mob to hear this, he wants it to get through to him, before the guilt crushes the poor boy. ] You didn't mean for any of this. You didn't want this. I-- I know.
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Though that's exactly the sort of thing that drives Daniel to action. It always has. And the sudden disappearance of the pain in his body - not even leaving behind a dull pain, but instead the sensation of nothing at all - helps the man to actually move. It's something his body is definitely going to regret once the pain returns, but Daniel isn't thinking about that right now. The boy who ran out into a typhoon to save a girl never thought about that decision either, after all, despite potential deadly consequences.
So the man suddenly sits up with a speed that shouldn't be possible for a guy with his kind of injury, but as long as he's not feeling the pain, he can force himself up, force himself to lean over and wrap his arms around the boy sitting there in the chair, pulling Mob against his chest, holding him tightly. There's even more risk than the sudden return of the pain, since if even one of the objects crashes into his back, Daniel would just black out again entirely-- but that's another thing he's not thinking about.
Especially not when such a strong feeling hits him while he's holding Mob. Different from the physical pain. Instead it's something deeper, more emotional, and Daniel knows that it's got to be Mob's feelings in this moment, but at the same time it somehow feels like his own. Like there's a strange moment where he isn't quite sure where his own emotions end and Mob's begin.
It's so familiar, after all. The regret. The fear. The guilt.
Everything you taught me-- I did the opposite! I did everything wrong!
A teenage boy, shirt covered in blood, frantically pacing back and forth, on the verge of tears.
I feel like the whole damn world is coming down on me! And it's all my fault-- I did it myself!
It's been so long. Daniel hasn't even thought back on that moment in a long, long time, but it's drawn right back to the forefront of his mind right now, like the echo of that moment is too similar to Mob's own feelings that the boy's powers latch onto it, draw it out.
I'm so sorry, mister Miyagi-- when I first started out, I never meant for it to end up the way that it did.
It's too overwhelming. The feeling washes over him due to Mob's powers, and Daniel breathes deeply, shakily. It's not even just his own memory, it's just.. Mob's feelings are too overwhelming, and knowing that such a young kid is dealing with all of this is too overwhelming, and he should be doing more about this, but he can't, because he's not mister Miyagi, he can't make it right the way that man always could.
Still, he doesn't let go of Mob, not even when the tears start coming silently. ]
Don't apologize, Shigeo. [ Daniel somehow manages to force out words between all of it all the same. Because he has to. He wants Mob to hear this, he wants it to get through to him, before the guilt crushes the poor boy. ] You didn't mean for any of this. You didn't want this. I-- I know.