the truth untold -- open, return

[arcy]

In all honesty, the absence of many of his clanmates kind of ... weighed on Izuku. There was already so much wrong -- people were sick and hurt and so was Izuku, honestly. To top it off with how ... dead everything was and how many people had just ... vanished. It wasn't ... a good time. A few people had reappeared at least, and that's all Izuku supposes he can ask for. He just hopes those who are gone are doing well -- better than them, at least. Wishes they were here again. Which might be a little selfish, but that was okay. Izuku could be allowed to be selfish occasionally.
It's while limping through the territory that Izuku catches something off. He shouldn't be out here, really -- shouldn't be up at all, maybe. he needed to give his injury, his leg, horrific as it was, time to heal. But Izuku wasn't patient, that was for sure. Besides, it ended well, sometimes. Gave him just enough good things to keep him going for a long time. This isn't entirely the point -- the point is the vague figure he can see in the distance. He blinks. Trying to focus hurts, and it's really just a slightly miscolored blob. Could be a rock for all Izuku knew, with his shitty vision and constantly aching head. But ... Izuku pushes himself to walk a little faster anyways, watches as the blob slowly morphs into something more recognizable. A big cat -- Izuku hesitates. Clouded leopard? .. London. It was London. At first, Izuku wants to be upset. Wants to scold her for worrying him and vanishing without even a word. But .. well, Izuku wasn't terribly capable of that, and instead it's just relief that floods into him. Gait lopsided and leg infinitely painful, Izuku picks up pace, as quick as he can move without potentially ruining his leg more.
"London!" He cries, tail giving a wave as he stops in front of her. He wants to shuffle his paws, but that wouldn't end well, so he just shifts restlessly as he looks up at the much taller feline. There's relief, clear on his face, as he grins up at her, though a touch of worry there, too. He's so glad she's back, even if he hadn't interacted with her a terrible much, but Izuku would be lying if he didn't care for each and every one of his clanmates, strange as he may find them at times. "You're back! Wh -- where've you been?" He studies her pelt, trying to find traces of anything wrong. Was she hurt? Had she been taking care of herself? Izuku doesn't thing much is wrong, but he still feels .. nervous, he's not sure. That's ... pretty standard though, unfortunately.

☀ what was i worth