"I am good," he answers in return to her consoling. He's doing amazing, actually- he's just never had the chance to think through about his actions. Always planning ahead, always miscontruing the past to the point that it was mutiliated to a shell of his true timeline...his shoulders hunch when she steps away. His jaw tightens as he finally decides to let go of this place as a whole- he's never coming back to the velvet room. Never again.
Not until he's back home.
"Don't go bald from worrying, alright?" He playfully replies as he winks at her again. Its about damn time they left. He reaches forward for the door knob and twists it- letting the gaping blue void welcome him as the two of them finally depart from their messy first meeting. He doesn't know how much value an ally holds here just yet or does it even matter if he has friends here or not. He doesn't know if he wants something like that anyway.
Mostly, he's worked alone after all.
Not that it matters anymore. Might as well spend the rest of the time grieving in his room- if it even exists.
What a shitshow.
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Once he's alone in his room, blankets draped over his head as he finds himself balling into a caccoon- he finds himself staring at his gallery. Emptily. Photos of him and his Akechi. Times when things weren't so complicated...he feels like a failure. He glances down at his shirt- biting the inside of his cheek before unbotting the first two buttons to glance down at the ring now hanging off from a silver chain around his neck. He clutches it carefully, rubbing his eyes once as he releases a shaky sigh and pulls himself together.
He finally goes for his pocket and unfurls the poorly wrinkled paper.
There are names.
Names of all the inhabitants here so far with their attached worldly numbers and locations. A significant amount of Akechis and Rens- less than half a dozen Akiras and some others he doesn't recognize or were his friend at some point. God- Haru...Futaba...Ann...Ryuji- so many others he never really got close too after the first few timelines.
Its only when he carefully stares at it- does he notice the lower portion of the paper fading away.
His eyes widen in panic as he goes for his phone and takes a quick few snapshots of the piece of paper. "What the hell.." he watches the record curl in or itself before extinguishing into tiny bits.
Fucking Igor thought he got him.
He snickers as he looks at the pictures, confirming once that they haven't disappeared yet. Enough sulking, he should probably distract himself in some way, right?
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Not until he's back home.
"Don't go bald from worrying, alright?" He playfully replies as he winks at her again. Its about damn time they left. He reaches forward for the door knob and twists it- letting the gaping blue void welcome him as the two of them finally depart from their messy first meeting. He doesn't know how much value an ally holds here just yet or does it even matter if he has friends here or not. He doesn't know if he wants something like that anyway.
Mostly, he's worked alone after all.
Not that it matters anymore. Might as well spend the rest of the time grieving in his room- if it even exists.
What a shitshow.
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Once he's alone in his room, blankets draped over his head as he finds himself balling into a caccoon- he finds himself staring at his gallery. Emptily. Photos of him and his Akechi. Times when things weren't so complicated...he feels like a failure. He glances down at his shirt- biting the inside of his cheek before unbotting the first two buttons to glance down at the ring now hanging off from a silver chain around his neck. He clutches it carefully, rubbing his eyes once as he releases a shaky sigh and pulls himself together.
He finally goes for his pocket and unfurls the poorly wrinkled paper.
There are names.
Names of all the inhabitants here so far with their attached worldly numbers and locations. A significant amount of Akechis and Rens- less than half a dozen Akiras and some others he doesn't recognize or were his friend at some point. God- Haru...Futaba...Ann...Ryuji- so many others he never really got close too after the first few timelines.
Its only when he carefully stares at it- does he notice the lower portion of the paper fading away.
His eyes widen in panic as he goes for his phone and takes a quick few snapshots of the piece of paper. "What the hell.." he watches the record curl in or itself before extinguishing into tiny bits.
Fucking Igor thought he got him.
He snickers as he looks at the pictures, confirming once that they haven't disappeared yet. Enough sulking, he should probably distract himself in some way, right?
Pancakes...