gy, week 5, wednesday (terra, post-mission)

[doublesmall]

[we'll just assume chuuya gave him a room to come to, in their weird underground hotel here; he's already here and waiting for terra, having spent some time beforehand making sure to sweep the room for anyone invisible. chuuya doesn't trust izaya even slightly, he's not risking any surprises.]

Hey. Thanks for the help, earlier.

[the book they found is on the nightstand, actually-- chuuya has yet to dispose of it.]

I actually had a couple questions, if you don't mind me asking; not sure if you'll be able to answer, but you seem easier to talk to than some of your... coworkers.

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[darkearth]

[little do u know chuuya he is exactly the kind of hero that would become a villain because he failed to save his friends]

I'll keep trying. I'll keep trying until I get it. Until no one ever loses their Light. Until Ven gets his body back, and Vanitas is gone. Until Xehanort is stopped. Until...

I won't give up. I don't think we should either. Even here.

[doublesmall]

Just what do you think we can even do from here, huh? Even if we get shit figured out, we can't tell the others. We can barely tell them anything as it is.

I don't like sitting around waiting to see if we're rescued or what, but we're kinda stuck with that right now.

[darkearth]

I don't know... [That frustrates him the most. Being helpless.] There has to be something.

Even here, we can't be powerless. Right? If even... the Composer and the others were Players in the game.