Well, we couldn't all be fucking stoners getting high or wasted to run away from things.
[His tone is much sharper than he means it to be, but his fingers are digging into his clothing. No, he must not run away. He has to run forward. He has to see the truth--the ugly truth--
Katou being torn apart. Feeling it. Tokyo exploding, shielding himself in his jail cell. The face of a boy with brown eyes the pulls at his heart--a woman with the same face, dark chocolate curls
Setsuna. Alexiel.
What's Been Missing.
How? How can these be his memories? Whose memories are these? But he knows already, doesn't he? Sakuya Kira. That name in the chat room.
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[His tone is much sharper than he means it to be, but his fingers are digging into his clothing. No, he must not run away. He has to run forward. He has to see the truth--the ugly truth--
Katou being torn apart. Feeling it. Tokyo exploding, shielding himself in his jail cell. The face of a boy with brown eyes the pulls at his heart--a woman with the same face, dark chocolate curls
Setsuna. Alexiel.
What's Been Missing.
How? How can these be his memories? Whose memories are these? But he knows already, doesn't he? Sakuya Kira. That name in the chat room.
Tear. Tear. Tear!
His fingers dig in and he pulls, pulls!]