[soft. there's... a story here, one that's been weighing on his shoulders alone -- not alone, not really, apparently amami had known or guessed enough to, komaeda knew too... mizuki as well.]
Why I went up there in the first place, so they wouldn't have to ask anyone else what they did me -- but I don't think they did, because they didn't want to die. I don't care what anyone else thinks they thought, the thing they were more terrified than anything else was forgetting everyone, forgetting themself. [his voice cracks then. so what if it was painless? so what if it didn't involve a knife? they were scared of death, of a painful one, sure -- but more than anything they were scared of losing themselves.
...
god, they really wouldn't forgive subaru for this, would they? it makes him laugh, pained and snapping into a sob he can't catch quick enough, so he buries his face into her again.] I'm gonna hope for the best. That they'll be able to look at these pictures and not feel like they're just... missing something, seeing people they should know from like, a bird-eye view.
[like how he'll be feeling in the coming days when he tries to remember what "life" he had and why natsume was so hurt by it, conversation marred with blanks and cuts.]
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[soft. there's... a story here, one that's been weighing on his shoulders alone -- not alone, not really, apparently amami had known or guessed enough to, komaeda knew too... mizuki as well.]
Why I went up there in the first place, so they wouldn't have to ask anyone else what they did me -- but I don't think they did, because they didn't want to die. I don't care what anyone else thinks they thought, the thing they were more terrified than anything else was forgetting everyone, forgetting themself. [his voice cracks then. so what if it was painless? so what if it didn't involve a knife? they were scared of death, of a painful one, sure -- but more than anything they were scared of losing themselves.
...
god, they really wouldn't forgive subaru for this, would they? it makes him laugh, pained and snapping into a sob he can't catch quick enough, so he buries his face into her again.] I'm gonna hope for the best. That they'll be able to look at these pictures and not feel like they're just... missing something, seeing people they should know from like, a bird-eye view.
[like how he'll be feeling in the coming days when he tries to remember what "life" he had and why natsume was so hurt by it, conversation marred with blanks and cuts.]