her pronouncement's met with true silence, shinjiro's breath halting in his throat and body stiffening in complete shock. no. out of everyone, mitsuru wasn't supposed to be the one to lose her family. she'd always been so high up, elevated above them all, but now she's just the same as the rest of them, a sad gathering of parentless teenagers.
(there's the tiniest part of him that's selfishly glad it wasn't akihiko.)
he breathes out again - finally - a long exhale that does nothing to calm the anxiety tightening his frame. he wants to ask if mitsuru's alright, but that's stupid because of course she fucking isn't, and he can't offer any sort of condolences because there's no way to get them to her.
mostly, he wants to take every question he's asked back, because this is more than he wanted to know. but beggars can't be choosers. ]
I'm sorry. [ for mitsuru's dad, for not being there, for forcing her to dredge up unhappy memories. he pauses a beat before adding: ] You don't have to say any more, if you don't want.
[ Yukari's not sure what that silence from him means exactly, but at least he's not asking her more questions right now. It'd give her time to think about what else to say next. Without bringing up that he was already dead by the time that happened. Maybe it wasn't completely fair to keep that from him, but who knows if that'd actually happen for him or not.
They were from different worlds, and she hadn't asked Minato about what had happened to Shinjiro. Maybe in Minato's world, he managed to survive somehow?
But then he's saying she doesn't have to say anymore, and while she tries to avoid it, she does let out a little sigh of relief. ]
Thanks, senpai. I... it's probably best if you don't ask anymore anyway. If we end up back home from here, we don't remember this place at all unless we end up back here. So even if it'd still happens back in... your version of the world [ god that was so weird to say. ], it's not like you'd be able to change anything.
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her pronouncement's met with true silence, shinjiro's breath halting in his throat and body stiffening in complete shock. no. out of everyone, mitsuru wasn't supposed to be the one to lose her family. she'd always been so high up, elevated above them all, but now she's just the same as the rest of them, a sad gathering of parentless teenagers.
(there's the tiniest part of him that's selfishly glad it wasn't akihiko.)
he breathes out again - finally - a long exhale that does nothing to calm the anxiety tightening his frame. he wants to ask if mitsuru's alright, but that's stupid because of course she fucking isn't, and he can't offer any sort of condolences because there's no way to get them to her.
mostly, he wants to take every question he's asked back, because this is more than he wanted to know. but beggars can't be choosers. ]
I'm sorry. [ for mitsuru's dad, for not being there, for forcing her to dredge up unhappy memories. he pauses a beat before adding: ] You don't have to say any more, if you don't want.
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They were from different worlds, and she hadn't asked Minato about what had happened to Shinjiro. Maybe in Minato's world, he managed to survive somehow?
But then he's saying she doesn't have to say anymore, and while she tries to avoid it, she does let out a little sigh of relief. ]
Thanks, senpai. I... it's probably best if you don't ask anymore anyway. If we end up back home from here, we don't remember this place at all unless we end up back here. So even if it'd still happens back in... your version of the world [ god that was so weird to say. ], it's not like you'd be able to change anything.