[Haha. Well, then. It really is familiar, isn't it?
The memory isn't his, and these friends aren't his, but he feels it as though they are and it sears through him as it happens, leaving him leaning heavily against the barrier, palms pressed to its surface - which means he stumbles as it disintegrates, hitting the counter instead. Ouch??
Not that he pays it any mind, since he's swinging around to face Chuuya a second later. It really is familiar - that well of something sick that pulses deep inside, that twists and bends and brings out all of the worst things tucked down within.
...Corruption, huh?]
—Did you survive that?
[CONSIDERING HOW MANY PEOPLE HERE ARE APPARENTLY EX-DEAD.]
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The memory isn't his, and these friends aren't his, but he feels it as though they are and it sears through him as it happens, leaving him leaning heavily against the barrier, palms pressed to its surface - which means he stumbles as it disintegrates, hitting the counter instead. Ouch??
Not that he pays it any mind, since he's swinging around to face Chuuya a second later. It really is familiar - that well of something sick that pulses deep inside, that twists and bends and brings out all of the worst things tucked down within.
...Corruption, huh?]
—Did you survive that?
[CONSIDERING HOW MANY PEOPLE HERE ARE APPARENTLY EX-DEAD.]