[ hina makes a tiny, squeaky noise when he's grabbed, a little startled, but mostly just blinks at apollo as he's being talked to.
he shakes his head, slowly. no... no one hurt him? he remembers the witch, had followed one of the rabbit spirits out towards her, and that's...really it. that, and this crushing existential feeling of don't talk. hina's not entirely sure where it's coming from, but it's left an anxious tangle in his chest and stomach, enough that he doesn't have any sort of verbal reply for apollo. instead, it's that same, almost expressionless face.
he has to sing... that he remembers. to five people? how is he going to do that? his eyes flick away from apollo, away from the crowd of people. maybe it's a signal. ]
i really did actually
he shakes his head, slowly. no... no one hurt him? he remembers the witch, had followed one of the rabbit spirits out towards her, and that's...really it. that, and this crushing existential feeling of don't talk. hina's not entirely sure where it's coming from, but it's left an anxious tangle in his chest and stomach, enough that he doesn't have any sort of verbal reply for apollo. instead, it's that same, almost expressionless face.
he has to sing... that he remembers. to five people? how is he going to do that? his eyes flick away from apollo, away from the crowd of people. maybe it's a signal. ]