[ A cold chill runs down his spine, and Yusuke— Katou?— shivers. He barely resists the urge to let go of his pipe long enough to swipe his hand over his mouth, a feeling of bile climbing up his throat. This is a mistake! a voice clamors in his head, loud and terrified beyond rational thought. Mistake! Mistake! Mistake!
(Let's do it!, proclaims another part of his mind. It's somehow unfamiliar and yet... nostalgic?) ]
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(Let's do it!, proclaims another part of his mind. It's somehow unfamiliar and yet... nostalgic?) ]
Yeah, but doesn't satisfaction bring 'em back?
[ Still, he takes a step back. ]