[ That slight bit of contact... it might be Kokichi, but it still helps. It feels like it grounds Shuichi, keeping his mind from just leaving the current state altogether and drifting to more murky worries or theories he can't even prove yet. Things that might only be... his worst fears.
Where are they? What are they really being made to do? Maybe if he doesn't even think about it and simply continues to sit where he is, he'll drift out of consciousness eventually and then never wake up to all of this again.
It's that sort of thoughts. ]
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[ He wants to curl into a ball -- or maybe he would have already, if not for that single sensation of someone else right beside him. The small point of contact through the double layer of fabric from both their uniforms, which still conveys a meager trace of warmth, or the impression of breathing here and there that isn't his own. It's the only thing that keeps him sane, has him stirring from where he is in some show of powerless struggle in the end, even though he still never lifts his face. ]
Ouma-kun... you saw it... didn't you? All of it... everything...
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Where are they? What are they really being made to do? Maybe if he doesn't even think about it and simply continues to sit where he is, he'll drift out of consciousness eventually and then never wake up to all of this again.
It's that sort of thoughts. ]
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[ He wants to curl into a ball -- or maybe he would have already, if not for that single sensation of someone else right beside him. The small point of contact through the double layer of fabric from both their uniforms, which still conveys a meager trace of warmth, or the impression of breathing here and there that isn't his own. It's the only thing that keeps him sane, has him stirring from where he is in some show of powerless struggle in the end, even though he still never lifts his face. ]
Ouma-kun... you saw it... didn't you? All of it... everything...
[ He has no strength to say anything else. ]