I recall just being able to remember one thing after having gone missing, myself, at one point. Wherever I was had the smell of rust and stale air. Possibly because it just might have had something to do with Storage.
[Not that he even wants to speak that word.
She's right, though. That guilt is all too real. He can't help but be grateful that Yuuki is beside him, here (just as it was in Haven), but at least he knows that it isn't just him.]
There's always the chance. [His shoulders tense, one hand balling into a fist.] I've been treating and seeing it as otherwise, though. It took me a while after first arriving, though. I want to believe this place is completely separate.
[She tries to recall if she remembers anything before she found herself paralyzed in the academic room earlier that day, but nothing distinct comes to mind.
His statement strikes her as odd. Although there are many differences between Haven and Inugami, there are also too many coincidences. It terrifies her to think that there might be two places operating separately from each other that are capable of stealing people from their homes. One was impossible enough.]
[He begins too soon. Why, indeed. It may be some kind of forced hope.]
To be relieved of that hellish place. [He looks away from her, head tipped with his hair shading his eyes.] It's wrong to say, but it's been easier here. There's absolutely no saying what other events may fall upon us, but in comparison. . .
[Yet Yuuki had already died before. Here, though, it was the first time he had ever actually seen her corpse.]
Even if it's only the lesser of two evils. We have a secure roof over our heads. Electricity, warmth, and running water. There's a steady supply of food, and being able to write as we please. I know— Although it's true that Haven was plenty capable of fooling our minds, giving us a false sense of security, I feel this all is different.
It's fine, though, if you don't want to agree.
[The only truly unbearable is Yuuki not remembering.]
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[Not that he even wants to speak that word.
She's right, though. That guilt is all too real. He can't help but be grateful that Yuuki is beside him, here (just as it was in Haven), but at least he knows that it isn't just him.]
There's always the chance. [His shoulders tense, one hand balling into a fist.] I've been treating and seeing it as otherwise, though. It took me a while after first arriving, though. I want to believe this place is completely separate.
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His statement strikes her as odd. Although there are many differences between Haven and Inugami, there are also too many coincidences. It terrifies her to think that there might be two places operating separately from each other that are capable of stealing people from their homes. One was impossible enough.]
Why do you want to believe that?
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[He begins too soon. Why, indeed. It may be some kind of forced hope.]
To be relieved of that hellish place. [He looks away from her, head tipped with his hair shading his eyes.] It's wrong to say, but it's been easier here. There's absolutely no saying what other events may fall upon us, but in comparison. . .
[Yet Yuuki had already died before. Here, though, it was the first time he had ever actually seen her corpse.]
Even if it's only the lesser of two evils. We have a secure roof over our heads. Electricity, warmth, and running water. There's a steady supply of food, and being able to write as we please. I know— Although it's true that Haven was plenty capable of fooling our minds, giving us a false sense of security, I feel this all is different.
It's fine, though, if you don't want to agree.
[The only truly unbearable is Yuuki not remembering.]