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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deadtention2018-05-28 03:45 pm
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.