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Justice's R (Angst)

A fun angst one shot (Two shot, actually, since there'll be two chapters to this). It's based on the song above, My R. 

Triggers: suicide, depression, etc.

Alright, this will be a little confusing. This is about alternate Henry's from alternate timelines interacting. They'll all have nicknames, because who wants to have all of their characters the same name? Way too confusing.

The Henry's that appear in this two shot are:
Justice- Toppat Civil Warfare Ending
Valiant- Valiant Hero Ending
Civilian- Free Man Ending
And though he's not in this one yet, Vengeance or Revenged Ending.

That's all I have to say about this. Hope y'all have a wonderful day/night and I'll catch y'all later!

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Justice walked onto the airship's roof, taking the stairs two at a time. He'd considered suicide before, but now he felt at peace with the decision to actually do it.

Maybe his reasons were wrong. Maybe his feelings were illogical. That didn't stop him from feeling them. 

And it didn't stop him from wanting to end them.

Justice took off his top hat. A symbol of pride he didn't deserve. He'd ruined his chances. He didn't deserve new ones.

But before he could put it down, he noticed someone else standing on the edge of the roof, right above the propellers of the airship.

No.

He didn't know why he felt so opposed to someone else jumping, but he was. This was his relief, his plan. Why would someone else compare their pain to his?

It was unfair, and Justice knew unfair.

His legs moved forward almost of their own accord. His hand reached out to grab the other's wrist, his fingers curled around their arm, and his grip tightened to pull them away from death, and he was powerless to stop himself.

And his lips moved. HIs mouth formed words he'd never thought he'd say.

"Hey, don't do it. Please."

And then Justice was back. He covered his mouth with his free hand, but didn't let go of the other's hand. He couldn't.

Why had he said that? He didn't care. He was the one who made jokes about serious things. The one who took over the Toppat Clan for fun. The one who didn't care about the future or the consequences.

But he did care. He had to care. Who would, if he didn't?

Valiant stared at Justice as though he'd grown a second head. Of all the people to prevent something like this, he was the last one on the list. He didn't care.

Then, as though Valiant couldn't control himself either, he began to talk. Words fell out of his mouth like tumbleweeds, blowing around in the wind. 

"I know I shouldn't be up here, even thinking about this, but I just- I really miss him, you know? I feel like he should be here, but he's not, and- it just feels empty now. I want to see him again, and-"

And then words fell out of Justice's mouth too. But these ones were sharp, like knives. They hurt, even to him.

"You can't be serious."

Valiant flinched, and Justice could see the beginnings of cuts on him. But he needed this, so that he could heal.

Sometimes you have to be broken before you can be fixed.

"That's such a stupid reason to be up here. You have everything. The one thing you've lost shouldn't stop you from remembering you have reasons to still go on. You're lucky no one else has been stolen from you."

Valiant stared at him for a long moment, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Then something shifted inside him, and he smiled, tears running down his cheeks.

"I'm feeling better, thank you for listening."

Valiant turned and walked away, and Justice released his wrist.

He glanced down at the airship propeller, then shook his head. Not now. Not while his own words bounced inside his mind.

"The one thing you've lost shouldn't stop you from remembering you have reasons to still go on."

Justice put back on his hat.

Not today.

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Justice walked up to the airship's roof, taking the stairs two at a time. Today was the day. The day he could end it.

His pain hadn't disappeared by helping Valiant. A small piece of him felt healed, but it was a rock being pounded by an ocean. It would weather away, as certainly as he was going to die.

He took off his hat again. This time. He would never put back on a reminder of such shame and disgrace.

But before he could put it down, he once again saw someone else standing on the edge of the airship, over the propeller.

NO.

Justice ran forward again, unable to control his motions. He reached out, his hand grabbing their wrist, fingers curling around their arm, pulling them away from the edge to safety.

And again his mouth moved against his will.

This time Justice accepted the fact that he did care. He will always care. He will care until the moment he died. The feeling would stay rooted in his heart, and he was unable to get rid of it or the pain that came with failing the people he cared about.

Civilian stared at him, not sure what to do. He never cared before, so for him to be the one here, stopping someone else from doing something like this? It was an odd experience.

Then, like Valiant, Civilian began to talk. His words were more like leaves than like tumbleweeds, drifting slowly rather than blowing through the wind.

"I know I shouldn't be up here, but it's hard to stop feeling like I'm useless compared to the others. They've all done amazing things, and here I am, having done nothing but escape by myself. They all toss me aside, because I haven't done what they have, and-"

Again, words fell out of Justice's mouth. And again, they were sharp, like knives. The other needed healing too, but first some cuts had to be made.

"You can't be serious."

Civilian flinched, but otherwise didn't move. He didn't seem to be wanting to fall still, but he didn't want to go back either. He needed a push.

"That's such a stupid reason to be up here. So what if you haven't done anything special? At least you're still loved. At least you still have someone willing to make dinner for you. You may feel inadequate, but it's better than feeling like the universe has collapsed around you."

Civilian glanced down, then smiled sadly at Justice, a single tear running down his cheek.

"I'm hungry."

Civilian turned and walked away, and Justice released his wrist.

He glanced down at the airship propeller, then once again shook his head. Not now. Not after what he'd said.

"At least you're still loved."

Could anyone love him? After what he'd done? He doubted it. He couldn't even love himself.

But still. He could wait another day.

Justice put back on his hat.

Tomorrow.

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Tomorrow there was someone else.

And the next day.

And the next day.

Justice stopped all of them. He listened. He spoke. He cut. He healed.

And yet.

No one could heal him. He'd always been the one not to care, but now no one else cared. No one would do this for him.

He healed other's pains, but couldn't let out his own.

There was no way.