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R1 DEADLAND
[it’s strange, for the people who were already dead, the shift in scenery is sudden and complete. For those who have just arrived? It’s like you’re back where you left?
How strange.
But if you ever need her, you can always reach out to the guardian of this place.]
LOCATIONS
Note: locations lag a week behind the living counterparts
How strange.
But if you ever need her, you can always reach out to the guardian of this place.]
Note: locations lag a week behind the living counterparts
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[If nothing else, being that kind of thorn in his side was... well, almost worth it anyway.
At the clarification, he blinks. As much as Mishima hadn't expected to hear it, Yoosung certainly didn't expect him to know it, either.]
Yeah... her! You know her?
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[ At the time he hadn't gotten a satisfactory answer to the question of where she'd come from before showing up here... ]
Oh, and the one who's usually around here, Eve-san, called Satou-san her mom?? I don't really know what that was about, they looked like they were around the same age.
[ He wouldn't be surprised if there was more robot stuff going on though. That aside, they were obviously both involved with what was going on at Fayflower, but the nature and extent of that involvement hadn't been clear. Huh. ]
Was she like, in Vivienne-san's old position, or...?
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[It was a shame, because she was really cute and people were even saying they'd get along, what with her game development talents...]
"Mom" is really weird though. Do you think maybe that means she's Eve's creator? I mean, Fayflower always did have a bunch of robots in it and stuff! Although, I thought they were all made by Vivi...
[Waiiiit...]
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Yeah, that was the best guess I had, anyway.
[ Maybe he'd have more concrete suspicions here too if he knew much about anything that had happened right after his own death... ]
Oh, hey.
[ Well! He's finally hit the jackpot with this next cupboard (though it's kind of like a pathetic $500 jackpot), and takes out packages of Swiss Miss hot chocolate with something resembling marshmallows and some Starbucks Via instant coffee, holding them up for evaluation. ]
There's... [ looks at the Starbucks package... what even is this ] coffee, I guess, and hot cocoa. Do either of those sound good?
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[Yoosung might have been more specific, but he had no idea it had been someone else's room in the first place... anyway, since he found what they were looking for he's just going to come over and have a peek.]
Ooh, Starbucks! [It has a "star" in it, of course he likes it.] That sounds good... although, is coffee supposed to help headaches or make them worse? I don't really know. Maybe I should just get the chocolate for now.
[And the water is boiling by now anyway, so it's a good time to put it straight in. Secretly hoping this is the kind with the little marshmallows too.]
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[ But yeah, chocolate doesn't sound bad, so that gets a nod of agreement. He'll grab two packets and empty them into a pair of mugs, then. ]
These are really small marshmallows.
[ But they're there! ]
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[Yoosung knows the energy drink life as well, but his eyes haven't even completely stopped stinging yet. Neither has the buzzing in his head. Catching Mishima up on some things was a good distraction, and looking for the drinks was an okay one too, but now they get to settle down again. He just needs to keep his spirits up. It's good that he can see his friend again and ... these marshmallows really are tiny.]
Haha. Maybe it's supposed to look like snow. From the Swiss alps, or.... [Wow, this is a really lame attempt at continuing the conversation. He sits down in front of the cup with a teaspoon, stirring the powder more into his drink.] ...Just because it's so cheap. You're really getting the college experience now, Mishima.
[Maybe he'll ask him about college? But.... that isn't exactly the conversation to get him out of his depression, is it. With what ended up happening, Yoosung wouldn't have graduated even if he'd never been kidnapped.
He doesn't have any better ideas though. He'll just leave it at that and take a sip. Ah, sweetness. With this, he can almost imagine settling in to dig into a huge pile of procrastinated homework. ...It's a lesser stress, at least.]
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[ The tears from his own trial were actually the first he'd cried in years, but he's not at risk of forgetting how that felt any time soon.
His smile slowly fades as he holds his mug in his hands and watches the cheap Swiss snow melt into the watery chocolate. (Maybe they should have used milk for this.) The college experience, huh? Two stressful weeks of getting kidnapped and talking to mystery pool shed ghosts and being haunted by shitty memories and executed for murder, and... this. Mishima hadn't had a lot of faith in their chances of coming back from this in the first place, honestly, regardless of what Eve and Megumi said; and after that brief moment of getting his hopes up earlier, he just feels even more resigned now. He's not even going to graduate from high school now, so... this is really it.
--Ouch, this is still too hot to hold for this long. He sets the mug back down on the table without taking a sip.
...
Two cups at this table again. It's his first time being back in this same cafeteria since, but he's already spent plenty of time thinking about it. What he and Holmes had talked about here, and why he'd decided to go along with it. Yoosung and Kunikida had both believed him when he said he'd just done it to save everyone; Kunikida hadn't faulted him for anything. And thinking about it all again now... he's having a hard time looking back up to meet Yoosung's eyes. Mishima had made him feel like what he'd done was partially his fault, right? Like Yoosung was the weak one and Mishima had done this to protect him.
God, he was so full of shit. ]
...You know, this is where Holmes-san and I met and talked about everything before.
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We can move! [Yoosung's already out of his chair, clutching the mug in his hands. He already knows this was too skittish of a reaction. Please just interpret this as him being energetic.]
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No, it's... fine.
[ Just... gently grabs onto his shirt. Don't go anywhere. ]
It didn't start out as a grand plan to rescue everyone. He suggested it because he could see how scared I was.
[ Letting go, he puts his hands around his mug again, still looking down into it. ]
I really did want to help everyone and be a hero for them, but I... think I convinced myself that was the only reason I was doing it, when honestly, I was just... scared, for myself.
[ His shoulders tense. Even the location they'd settled on... he'd picked the gym because he didn't have the guts to go through with it without being able to trick himself into believing it was someone else. ]
It's pathetic, but in a lot of those memories, I kept hearing all the times my old teacher told me how weak I was, and how no one liked me enough to want to defend me even if they knew what was happening. How I was the easiest target around. So I just felt certain that whenever someone snapped, I'd be the obvious choice for them to go after.
[ He bites his lip for a moment before he finally looks up, dark eyes shining as he blinks back the tears he doesn't deserve to cry. Especially not in front of Yoosung. (Though at least now he'll get to share in his headache.) ]
I mean, I just proved Kamoshida right, didn't I? That I was weak and selfish and a coward. And I proved Hale right too, that there'd always be someone like that around who would play his game. If I hadn't... maybe no one would have, and maybe he wouldn't have tried it again. Maybe I started all of this, and I'm the reason you're...
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In a way, this is something he's been dreaming about - to listen to him talk about this, one more time. Yoosung's grief clings to him like ticks, never ceasing in their itch, coloring his every move. He strongly believes he should understand everything even when he couldn't possibly. As he listens, it becomes even more clear that grief hasn't left just because they really did meet again. He's still so angry with Sherlock- with Hale. And now, he has this Kamoshida bastard to be angry at too. He remembers what Mishima said when they first met, about the Phantom Thieves and the volleyball teacher. He never heard the whole story, but to have it confirmed like this... it's horrible that Hale made him relive that all week. Yoosung's reeling even from just recalling his captivity for a couple minutes. (He'll try not to think about why he was spared from his actual worst memories, during that time - Oswald must have known his fear of his roommate would be enough, and that's enough to make him feel retroactively guilty.)
There's an ache he feels, hearing Mishima talk about himself like this. But his eyes connect, wet with desperation, and Yoosung can't take it anymore. No amount of mini marshmallows can drown out the bitterness of such tears.]
S-Stop... [His hands, on either side of the cup, push against the table and raise him back out of his seat as he leans forward.] Stop blaming yourself! Kamoshida, Oswald, and even Sherlock used your vulnerability... they're all shitty adults! Your seniors are supposed to take care of you... and yet... no one ever took responsibility!
[He ASSUMES, if he is still talking like this, that Sherlock didn't even come over to acknowledge his bullshit. No wonder Yoosung has felt so obligated to take some of the guilt by thinking it was because he was weak in front of his juniors. But that was an emotional outburst. He should try to... wipe this new batch of tears, and then use logic... He wishes, once again, that he could have kept doing this with Vivi.]
Listen... T-There's no way that Hale would give up. There's this whole 'virus' and 'hijacking' bullshit he's touting now... And he didn't even use nightmares this time. He just offered some kind of... valuable gift. Grantaire strangled me for a bribe, you don't deserve that blame.
[By now, Yoosung is shaking. He sits back in his chair. He forces a smile.]
Okay?
[He picks up his mug, taking an anxious quaff. The headache is back in full swing.]
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He'd been dwelling on this in silence for all the weeks he'd been here before this, before he even knew anything about the trouble the survivors were still in, and the idea of letting go of all the self-hatred he's been building up seems impossible. But being absolved of his guilt by the one who has the most to hold against him -- even if that in itself leaves him feeling conflicted, because he still doesn't think he deserves it -- takes much of that weight off his chest.
He still doesn't really see what Sherlock did as taking advantage of him; all he got out of it was dying, even if it wasn't supposed to be permanent, and really, it was the most any adult had been willing to do to help him in a long time. But that's not something he wants to argue that much. And "shitty adults", at least, is a familiar theme he can get behind... one that kind of makes him miss Sakamoto a little.
...Right. This is the kind of thing the Phantom Thieves would fight against, and they'd stand up for everyone who was being used by Hale and whatever higher-ups he has. (Not going to think too hard just now about the fact that their leader is still trapped there among them.)
He swallows and gives a weak nod in response, and finally takes a sip from his mug -- those tears are still threatening to spill over, but he figures it's probably harder to cry when you're drinking something; and the warmth and sweetness do help calm his mind at least a little. Even if the marshmallows are long gone now.
...Strangled for a bribe, though... What the fuck. Mishima may have a hard time forgiving himself, but that person is one he'll never forgive. ]
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No one should have ever asked a nice kid like you to take a life. That's just not something a sensible person would do... none of us were in our right minds because of those stupid memories, but even so... all of us were hurting. There's no reason it should have been you.
[If he'd asked someone his own age, Yoosung's sure they would have told him to snap out of it. But Mishima admired him, didn't he? Sherlock Holmes - he's supposed to be a hero in his own way. He's certainly not a character Yoosung ever thought he'd have a vendetta against. He's not Moriarty, for god's sake.
These statements apply to Hale as well, though. Hale is the one who ultimately asked the group, which included Mishima, to kill. He's the real villain. He has to try and remember that. But this Kamoshida stuff too... is bothering him still. It strikes a bit close to home, now, all things considered.]
Your memories, though... you were remembering that asshole Kamoshida, huh? He's... the guy you said got his heart changed, isn't he.
[Maybe talking about the Phantom Thieves will cheer him up. Yoosung was always interested, even if now he's pretty sure he'll never get the opportunity to use Mishima's website.]
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[ Ugh... This is totally backwards. Yoosung is the one who just died, why did he end up being the one cheering Mishima up? He guesses he could still be helping by being a distraction though, so...
He takes another sip, followed by a deep breath. ]
The Phantom Thieves' first target. He used to be some big Olympic volleyball champion, and he had pretty much the whole school under his thumb for years. It wasn't really a secret to anyone there what he was doing, but no one ever tried to stop it. Finally after one of his students attempted suicide, the Phantom Thieves stepped in and did what no one else would.
[ ...He should probably clarify.]
T-that wasn't me, for the record.
[ He'd never had the guts to consider that either. ]
They got him to confess to everything and turn himself in. I still don't know how they do it, but... it really changed all of our lives.
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But maybe that's exactly how Mishima felt too, being in this hell of a school where everyone knew and they ignored it. It's really even worse.... Yoosung was tortured as a willing sacrifice, but a small part of him still knows that someone would probably help him if he dared to risk crying out. He was never truly alone, since his heart was full of love. It wasn't so bad by the end. He was "happy." Coming to Fayflower just made him forget that. But if he can get rid of his regrets, he can finally get on with accepting his death. The fact that it happened already seems like the best thing for now, since he's got nothing to go back to. Mishima has his better life thanks to the Phantom Thieves, and that's much better.]
Yeah, I can imagine. It must have looked like there was no escape before they showed up. Though, I guess you at least would have graduated eventually...
[The "at least" almost makes it sound like it's in comparison to something. He doesn't notice that he let that slip though. Really, though, Mishima's not wrong to think that it's strange Yoosung isn't talking about himself. It's definitely very strange.]
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...Yeah. [ ... ] I'd already resigned myself to it a long time before that. I didn't think there was any point in trying to stand up to him when I knew I'd just get beaten back down, so I was just going to do what he said and wait it out for the last two years.
[ He absently traces his fingers in a curve beneath his left eye. It's been a long while now since he's had any scrapes or bruises there, but it took him about a month to break the habit of touching his cheek to make sure his previously ever-present bandage was still sticking. ]
At least I got really good at first aid if nothing else... haha...
[ It's a half-hearted laugh that trails off quickly. He could have done without that skill, actually.
Taking another sip, he raises his eyes up from his mug. As much as he often kind of likes being the center of attention, and even though he's the one that took them down this route in the first place... is this really what they're going to stay on? ]
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I'd say it could save your life one day, but welp...
[There's a little sigh as he takes another small sip - it's so weird whenever he acutely remembers they're having this conversation in some kind of parallel universe afterlife. Anyway, somehow, his throat got a bit tight listening to all that. Gotta relax. As he takes the cup down though, he notices that Mishima's kind of staring at him. A little expectantly... oh. He wants to pass him the baton, so to speak. Or at least, he's giving him an opening.
He's really not used to being a closed book. He finds he wants to tell him.... he'd understand. But it'd be the first time he vented like that to someone outside of the RFA... even as he knows he's never going to see the RFA again. Besides, even they never knew the real depths of how pitiful he'd become. He's never told anyone that. He's never been a victim in someone's eyes before. But... that label, 'victim' will be inevitable now that he's already been killed with a rope. He should just accept that. But he's not ready to just jump headfirst into that yet... oh! How about...]
This is kind of a weird question, but... did you remember anything when you died? I vaguely recall Kurusu telling you about some kind of time discrepancy thing that I didn't understand... I thought it was weird he would bring up something like that at that timing, but now I remember a bunch of stuff I didn't back then.... so.
[As soon as he asks, he realizes it's actually kind of unlikely that Mishima did. They were talking about a "change of heart" and Mishima already said he still doesn't know how they do it...]
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"Remember anything"... He's pretty sure he knows what he means, but... ]
Mm... No, I didn't remember anything new after that. [ He sighs, shoulders slumping slightly. ] Which kind of sucks, actually... it just feels pretty lame to have someone else know more about what happens to you than you do.
[ He's thought about it quite a few times since then, too. How he apparently had a rotten "shadow" just like Kamoshida had, and how it had been bad enough for the Phantom Thieves to go after him, too. He'd ended up changing his own heart, though, Kurusu had said. Mishima sure wished he could remember how.
He shifts his mug in his hands, looking at it thoughtfully. ]
I still don't understand how they could have done that, if it's true. Like, taking us from different points in time? And Kurusu obviously talked to me sometime after the last memory I have from home, so it's not like I was just gone and no one noticed.
[ At least that part is reassuring, since that might have been a real concern otherwise. ]
I mean, not that I really understand how they did any of the rest of this either.
[ ...Getting back to the question that raised, though. ]
What kind of stuff did you remember? Just... things that happened back home that took place after the last thing you'd remembered before?
[ Just from his tone he's guessing whatever it was didn't involve getting the top rank in LOLOL. ]
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Maybe it's not time checkpoints, but was really like a parallel universe... or an alternate one. You probably know that from science fiction, but I always thought about that kind of stuff. That maybe there's a lot of ways a situation could have gone, and those branching routes really exist in some other dimension. The only difference is the 'programming' in our brains. If you're 'programmed' differently, you make different decisions... normally that 'programming' is just what you call the butterfly effect, but it could also be possible for person to mess with intentionally...
[Yoosung pauses, suddenly aware that even though he's thought about this kind of thing before, that doesn't mean it won't sound totally crazy to a listener. He shouldn't think this much. It just makes him look weird, how can he salvage that? It's not like he can just say "We're in the route God abandoned" and call it a day.]
... I-I mean, maybe that's also what a change of heart is like. I don't really know at all though. That probably sounds silly, right?
[He sits back in his chair, letting his eyes roll up to the ceiling for a moment. God. He should just answer the freaking question.]
Yeah. I didn't forget anything from before. It's definitely all stuff from later on... The truth is, I.
[The most important part of the story is... He cracks a wistful smile.]
...I fell in love. [But for some reason, the tears have already started to form in his eyes, and every feature except his fond lips are deeply etched with misery.]
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Besides, he's thought about the alternate universe theory plenty. Like he's from one timeline, and Kurusu's from another where maybe just one thing was different. Like... his own disappearance, maybe. Maybe this version of him was never supposed to be saved. ]
I mean, sure, it does sound like crazy sci-fi stuff, but... [ But "programmed to make different decisions" doesn't sound completely implausible as an explanation for the changes in the Thieves' targets. ] I don't know what method they use to change hearts, and... we're here, so who knows what's out there.
[ He goes quiet after that, without going into his own ideas, and waits patiently... with some uncertainty now. Is this personal stuff he doesn't want to talk about? Should he not have asked? I mean, they were kind of sharing some pretty personal stuff already, but...
Oh.
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Oh.
[ He's not about to ask Isn't that a good thing? because even if it was, the fact that he's here now means there couldn't have been a happy ending. He doesn't want to say I'm sorry either though, because what the hell kind of response is that to someone's relationship? ]
Is she someone you knew before?
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[He feels kind of ashamed that he's already having to wipe his eyes, but Yoosung can't help it. The burden of his love is heavy, and even if it weren't, he misses her a lot.]
Before I remembered, I thought I'd only known her for four days. She was the new coordinator for the fundraising parties the RFA does, but she showed up kind of mysteriously in our chat room and V had us accept her into the group anyway, and because she was filling Rika's shoes - even living in her apartment! - I just took a lot of interest in her. Rika had been gone for years, but was a really important person in my life, after all...
....But she was always so cheerful and she supported me every day from when she joined. Even when I was confused, she gave me the chance to see what she was really like, and I felt so close to her then! No one's ever given me attention like that outside of family, or tried so hard to understand me, or... or see potential in me. As the days went by she became all I ever thought about, making her proud, becoming the man I thought she would want me to be. I even had motivation to study... somehow it made me excited about my major again, too. It happened so fast... She just became my everything. Sappy, I don't know a better way to say it than that, though. I always wanted to be a sappy boyfriend anyway, haha.
[There was warmth in his voice throughout all of that, like the love he was recanting was a light from within. He feels like there is more to say, but that train of thought was endless, so he picks up his mug again and swallows down the last gulp left in the cup, the miniscule amount of liquid that had created a sugary mush at the bottom. After he sets it back down, he views the emptiness that's left. It wasn't tea leaves, there's no divination of fates, if he'd ever have believed in that kind of Hogwarts nonsense to begin with. There's just a brown stain with no particular shape, and in the end, it didn't even accomplish anything, because his headache is still there. If anything, the pain and warmth together just make his head swim more.]
The mystery around her just kept getting deeper though... well, not really her, RFA. All of a sudden we were under attack... and there was a bomb in Rika's apartment. An actual bomb! We couldn't even take it out or let her leave the apartment because of the way it was set up, and I was so scared I was going to lose her, just like Rika...! Something like this could be exactly what V was hiding all along about her death! I could never forgive that if it happened. If I could protect her I didn't even care if I died. Still, I waited... and waited until finally Seven found where the hacker was attacking us from - a cult in the middle of the mountains. So I made him take me along. It was too dangerous for one person, and if anything went wrong I didn't think there'd be another chance to save her... s-she was so scared, begging for me to protect her so much...
[Ah. The waterworks are coming back. Hello, old friend. He'll just duck his head down, clenching his teeth and willing them to go away. They don't.]
He had a switch, he was taunting us with, bombs in the apartment and the cult's hideout too, saying he'd blow us all up together like a h-happy... family...
[Yoosung hadn't really registered the depth of his meaning at the time, that he was really part of the family. But it was a fact that he'd learned since with his entire body. He talked about his mother often, when it came to his sources of "inspiration." Yoosung had never met her, but he had come to hate her.]
So I tackled him, held him down until Seven could take the switch!! I made him run! I told him I would go after, but I lied. B-Because... if I did that, who would stop him next time? I had to stop him for good, or she'd always be afraid... she might even be killed! He was screaming, so enraged, he didn't have anything left in his life after his "Savior" let him go. He really was trying to die together with us... so I said to let them go, and he could do anything he wanted with me. I thought if he wanted to die, I'd die happy saving her. But he... he wanted so much more, he...
[Yoosung's hands shakily raise up to cover his face, resting his elbows on the table.]
He did whatever he wanted, and he never stopped, even if I wanted to - especially if I didn't want to, he'd just laugh and be even happier about it. It was months of roleplaying... and it's sick, but I was so happy. I felt so right for sacrificing myself so she'd be fine... but Fayflower took that all away! It's been so long since I've been here and... [He spreads his fingers around his face so his eyes can stare listlessly at the table.] And that means they're dead now. Saeran was very clear about our deal.
[Yoosung finally lets his hands drop. Finally, his tears are just dropping freely on the table.]
It doesn't feel real. Living like I was when I first met her, and fighting so hard not to die.... it seemed so terrifying and painful while it was happening, but it's nothing, with what I've already been through. It's like one is a dream and the other is real, but I don't which one it is and they're both shit choices... I don't want to go back to that terrible reality, but I don't want to be alone with nothing and empty... that's what my past self was. Heh, you probably already knew that though.
[He sniffles pathetically, and finally, he lets out a long sigh... it sounds kind of creaky. He talked until his throat was sore. Guess holding that in for so long wasn't such a good idea.]
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But that pause as Yoosung finishes his drink is like an intermission between acts, and the second part of the story-- none of that is what Mishima expects to hear at all, and his eyes just get wider as it goes on. It doesn't sound real either; it all sounds like the plot to some kind of drama, and it's hard to believe that someone as normal and comfortable to be around as Yoosung could have even been involved in something like that. But even if he were the kind of person to lie -- which Mishima can't really even imagine -- there's no way that pain isn't real. He knows pain, he thinks, though it's... never been anything quite like that.
Yoosung is... actually a really cool person, isn't he? Even if he sees himself as pathetic for the awful way things ended up, the path he took there... he was being strong and courageous, actually taking action and putting himself in danger to protect other people. It was almost the exact opposite of what Mishima had been in his world. Scared to the point of doing nothing at all, selling out the people around him for his own safety.
He'd always thought the two of them had a lot in common, but... when it comes to things like courage, things that count, maybe Yoosung is more like Kurusu and Sakamoto than he is like Mishima.
Fuck. If there really are alternate timelines, he'd like to jump over to one where he hadn't just opened up about his own story, because it seems almost insulting to have put them on the same level. ]
Sorry, I. I had no idea you'd been through any of that.
[ The words are kind of mumbled, and it's obvious he doesn't have any idea what to say. He reaches out, though, a little tentatively, and puts his hand -- still warm from the mug he's been holding -- over Yoosung's. Kind of like Yoosung had done for Mishima at his trial, right? When he offered him his hand. That had... helped. ]
You're... really awesome.
[ He pauses for a moment; he doesn't really expect him to accept that. ]
I know you probably don't think so because of how things ended up, and... god, I'm really sorry, about all of it. But what you were willing to go through for other people is--
[ Maybe it's just because he's such a coward that he finds it so impressive, but. ]
You're a really good person.
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I-I don't know... I think I was just desperate... I endured the pain but I didn't have any better ideas. If I'd been smarter... or tougher... if I'd tried to kill him then m-maybe it wouldn't have ended this way...If Grantaire was allowed to kill me for whatever the hell it was...
[then surely Yoosung could have at least considered getting his hands dirty, he means. What ways could he have saved her? What timelines could he have jumped into? If only... if...]
In the end, do you think my love carried over? Did I ... really do good... I just want to know that I wasn't worthless!
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Yeah. I'm sure she understood what you did for her, and how lucky she was to have someone who cared as much as you did. I don't think most people would have it in them to go as far as you did.
[ He looks at their joined hands and gives a supportive squeeze. He's got enough blood on his own for both of them.
God... he still really hates that Yoosung is here instead of back with home with his girlfriend, or anywhere but here, but he's also... really glad that he's getting to talk to him right now, even if it hurts. And he thinks maybe, right now, he's doing some good too? Maybe he's not completely worthless either, even without his website. ]
And I'm absolutely, one hundred percent sure that you're not worthless to me.
For, uh. Whatever that's worth.
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I... I think it's worth plenty. We're all we have right now, right? [It's a 'we' that is broad enough to include whatever other dead are in this place, but he definitely also means it personally.]
Even if it's messed up like this... Mishima, I'm thankful we met again.
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