[ That's... mostly in line with what he expected, though it's kind of weird that it sounds like his memories just stop there. ]
I wish you'd pulled it off.
[ Probably an obvious sentiment that didn't really need saying. ]
You don't remember actually dying though?
[ He guesses he can't be 100% sure that he does either, since it's not like he'd done it before. But... he runs his fingers over his forehead again. He's pretty sure he'd have obvious burns if he'd survived that. ]
[ He can't help the hint of a smirk that surfaces at that first part. It's grim, just beneath the surface... He would give a lot, right now, just to have succeeded in taking that fucker out. That bastard's far-too-similar to the leader he's been forced to deal with for so godsdamn long...
Hearing that outright is... strange. Sure, there's feeling it, deep down; he didn't need the words to know it. But... Yuuki really is--? But, then, how did he die? Was he murdered? It's one hell of a thing to think they're sitting in the afterlife together, talking as though they're still alive, but knowing they're not.
Way... way too often - he's imagined it way too many times, what it might be like to finally stop. He'd imagined using a gun, poison, ... knife? But he never considered what would come after that. He never let himself, because the thought of there being nothing left was the most comforting of all.
The thought of having to continue going... of being stuck like this...
He doesn't realize it's been at least five seconds, now, since that question was asked. He doesn't realize his hands are curled tightly into tight fists, brow tense, teeth clenched together.
-remember actually dying though?
After blinking back into reality (if that's what he could even call this, honestly), he hesitantly thinks back, retracing his steps. He... does remember leaving the office... ]
We finished the conversation, and then... Later, I was being handed over to some other staff. [ holding a blink ] Funny, I don't-... remember any of their faces. But, I caught a glimpse of movement behind me, and--
[ ... Bang. ]
... That's all I remember.
[ He's now avoiding looking at Mishima, his expression just slightly strained. Yeeeeah he needs a moment... ]
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I wish you'd pulled it off.
[ Probably an obvious sentiment that didn't really need saying. ]
You don't remember actually dying though?
[ He guesses he can't be 100% sure that he does either, since it's not like he'd done it before. But... he runs his fingers over his forehead again. He's pretty sure he'd have obvious burns if he'd survived that. ]
1/2
And just him is more than enough.
But, then... ]
cw: suicidal ideation
Hearing that outright is... strange. Sure, there's feeling it, deep down; he didn't need the words to know it. But... Yuuki really is--? But, then, how did he die? Was he murdered? It's one hell of a thing to think they're sitting in the afterlife together, talking as though they're still alive, but knowing they're not.
Way... way too often - he's imagined it way too many times, what it might be like to finally stop. He'd imagined using a gun, poison, ... knife? But he never considered what would come after that. He never let himself, because the thought of there being nothing left was the most comforting of all.
The thought of having to continue going... of being stuck like this...
He doesn't realize it's been at least five seconds, now, since that question was asked. He doesn't realize his hands are curled tightly into tight fists, brow tense, teeth clenched together.
-remember actually dying though?
After blinking back into reality (if that's what he could even call this, honestly), he hesitantly thinks back, retracing his steps. He... does remember leaving the office... ]
We finished the conversation, and then... Later, I was being handed over to some other staff. [ holding a blink ] Funny, I don't-... remember any of their faces. But, I caught a glimpse of movement behind me, and--
[ ... Bang. ]
... That's all I remember.
[ He's now avoiding looking at Mishima, his expression just slightly strained. Yeeeeah he needs a moment... ]
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Um, sorry. This probably isn't something you really wanted to talk about.