[ He clutches tighter, or tries to at least. His grip is weakening and he feels it not so much as hears it. He needs what he can get of his city and so he's pulling. Joshua closes his eyes and fights to stay lucid as the world spins around him, and he clings to what little of Shibuya he has, pressed against him in the form of a fifteen-year-old boy.
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[ He clutches tighter, or tries to at least. His grip is weakening and he feels it not so much as hears it. He needs what he can get of his city and so he's pulling. Joshua closes his eyes and fights to stay lucid as the world spins around him, and he clings to what little of Shibuya he has, pressed against him in the form of a fifteen-year-old boy.
He can't slip now. If he lets go, he's lost. ]