adsum: (rokuro (22))
adsum ([personal profile] adsum) wrote 2021-09-07 04:02 am (UTC)

[ Oh, he wants to throttle somebody real bad but he will not. All he can do is clench his fists and let his nails dig into his palms and seethe, because he knows they didn't go prodding around by choice— why would they? they don't know him, they don't care about him, and he hasn't made enemies of them yet. The darkness, the falling, the pain, the death, the blood... They would have gotten out the first chance they got, if they were able to. He knows he know he knows but still...

They still saw what they had no business seeing, and he's still furious he's made to remember against his will. The person he is now, standing here with gritted teeth and blood pooling in his mouth, is the person who did not remember; that was the experience that he built himself upon. A person who never failed so spectacularly, a person who was brimming with confidence and only knew to look forward because he's never had the world vanish under his feet before. Never plunged into darkness, never felt so lost, or hopeless, or scared. ]


I never— [ His voice cracks, but he pushes through. ] ever gave up. I hadn't.

[ He had made sure of that. He knew he had a baby brother, a little sister, he knew he had to go back home to them, and that he had to graduate to be able to do so. Even with nothing to fill in the blanks, he could hang this wish up in front of him and move forward because of it. He'll go home. He'll see his family again. And he'll remember.

He didn't need to remember. ]

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