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Who: Seta Souji [
eatsyourscience] and Arisato Minato [
jivitadana]
Where: Third Floor, Room 5 and elsewhere non-descript
When: Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Rating: PG and upwards for conversation about violence and death
Summary: Souji and Minato deal with the aftermath of the past events.
The Story:
Everything had settled, like dust coming to rest, snow or leaves falling gently to the ground. It was somewhat quieter all around again, how it used to be before in the Mansion whenever it was free of events. Everyone who had arrived suddenly just as suddenly disappeared. Everything looked like it was back to normal.
Minato had given himself time to process everything over the past week or so, but he wasn't so sure a week was really enough. How could it have been? After everything, how could it have been?
Besides, he lost a day in there somewhere in that week.
But he couldn't remain where he was, in this state or haze of guilt, helplessness, and regret. He also couldn't avoid what was the inevitable for much longer. He had to talk, and he thought he should be the one to initiate it. It was only right and fair.
The communication device was on the sink counter. Minato got himself out of the tub, fully clothed and dripping wet. He unplugged the drain, then spent the next who knew how many minutes watching the water level slowly descend until hardly anything had remained. The rest would dry up on its own. It was after that Minato had sent a simple text message to Souji, intentionally absent of video or sound, just words across a screen that wouldn't ever be enough.
Can I talk to you?
Minato had always asked it of Souji out of courtesy, already knowing the answer before he even asked it of his friend. And yet this time, it was more like a request, not quite a plea, but something close. And if Minato had to live with rejection, then it was all that he deserved. He left the decision up to Souji who should be able to choose who he wanted to talk to and how he should live his life.
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Where: Third Floor, Room 5 and elsewhere non-descript
When: Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Rating: PG and upwards for conversation about violence and death
Summary: Souji and Minato deal with the aftermath of the past events.
The Story:
Everything had settled, like dust coming to rest, snow or leaves falling gently to the ground. It was somewhat quieter all around again, how it used to be before in the Mansion whenever it was free of events. Everyone who had arrived suddenly just as suddenly disappeared. Everything looked like it was back to normal.
Minato had given himself time to process everything over the past week or so, but he wasn't so sure a week was really enough. How could it have been? After everything, how could it have been?
Besides, he lost a day in there somewhere in that week.
But he couldn't remain where he was, in this state or haze of guilt, helplessness, and regret. He also couldn't avoid what was the inevitable for much longer. He had to talk, and he thought he should be the one to initiate it. It was only right and fair.
The communication device was on the sink counter. Minato got himself out of the tub, fully clothed and dripping wet. He unplugged the drain, then spent the next who knew how many minutes watching the water level slowly descend until hardly anything had remained. The rest would dry up on its own. It was after that Minato had sent a simple text message to Souji, intentionally absent of video or sound, just words across a screen that wouldn't ever be enough.
Can I talk to you?
Minato had always asked it of Souji out of courtesy, already knowing the answer before he even asked it of his friend. And yet this time, it was more like a request, not quite a plea, but something close. And if Minato had to live with rejection, then it was all that he deserved. He left the decision up to Souji who should be able to choose who he wanted to talk to and how he should live his life.
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He nodded, and then made sure they were both sitting down somewhere, like the bed.
"... I ran into your Mirror."
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"...What did he do?"
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"We talked a little. He told me how he felt. So I wanted to help him."
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"He said he wanted to kill someone." And that he knew Minato wouldn't mind dying, but Minato kept that to himself. "He didn't though."
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"...Did you die?"
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He nodded. He had. He quietly described the injuries he had sustained, that stab wound to the stomach, the laceration up his back, the cut from his eye down his cheek. And in the end, he had taken that last breath, only to wake up exactly where he had been the day before.
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"Why didn't you stop him?"
He kept his voice low and neutral, but his clenched fists gave away his frustration. He wasn't even sure if he was more angry with his Mirror or with Minato.
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There were so many reasons why. Minato didn't have to give all of them to Souji. Souji had known Minato well enough too.
"Because I would have done it on my own after what I did to you."
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"How is that supposed to help?"
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He hesitated for a moment before he sat on the floor beside Souji who was still sitting on the bed.
"... I'm sorry."
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"I can't make it so that you won't feel like this is your fault." Only time and Minato himself could do that. Knowing Minato, it would be awhile.
"There will be events when either of us might do something like this again to the other. If we give up because of it, then we lose and Wonderland wins."
It felt like an over-simplification, but it was true. There weren't many things they could control here; their own relationships had to be one area in which they forced their autonomy.
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"I'm sorry."
Minato said it again, if just to apologize if he gave the impression that he had given up. Wonderland was already eating him alive on the inside if it was going to steal his memories and now violate him even more mentally. That was something he had to live with here, it seemed. That was the price to pay for being here. For being alive.
"I want to know how you really feel then."
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He brought out his Evoker yet again and had Messiah drop Salvation on Souji. He didn't care how many times he had to do it. But it still didn't make things that much better. It wouldn't change the past nor heal any mental scars.
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"Things will get better."
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"I'd hug you, but I'm soaking wet."
It wasn't exactly that as an excuse. He didn't know if Souji would even allow that, not after anything. He was already surprised Souji had come to see him at all.
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This wasn't going to change anything from the past, but maybe it would make the present more tolerable and the future better.
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"I want things to get better for us."
But more for Souji, but if Minato only mentioned Souji, then he'd never hear the end of it of how they should get better for himself as well. But he meant the two of them together as a unit, their friendship and anything that they had shared together.
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Souji was confident they would. Wonderland had a way of dragging a person's emotional well-being through a landfill containing only biohazardous trash, but things always evened out. The pendulum always swung back in the other direction eventually, just like it had at home.
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Minato smiled a little, and leaned a little more into Souji before he finally did let him go, though he would hug Souji the second he thought Souji needed it, or if he needed it himself.
"Sorry I got you all wet."
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He rested his elbow on his knee and his chin on his hand. "I'll wait if you want to dry off and change."
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Minato disappeared into the bathroom with a new set of clothes. It took him a few minutes to clean up, dry off, and get himself dressed again. When he returned, he was in another T-shirt of sorts and jeans.
"Can I ask what you did after we parted?"
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