[Maybe in the short term, but in the long term... Komaeda's almost certainly going to return in some fashion and for some reason, like puzzles or clothes-theft. Speaking of, there goes the sparkler.
...Shin never learnt how to leave, in the end. The choice was made elsewhere, without him. He doesn't know how to disentangle himself if there's even a way, even now when he knows what exactly sort of thing's happening, when he wants to, when as far as he knows he has no more illusions about this. The result is this tangled tattered knotted thing... it doesn't help they're all forced to live in close proximity.]
Lonely, huh... [Does he look lonely? Is he lonely? Ordinarily there might be an answer but it's all a mess right now, because loneliness and safety have bled together like paint. It's clear Komaeda is reaching out but that can only look like a trap, feel possessive. The tying together of them like that has him hunching into himself despite himself. It's terrifying, for it's own reasons to him.] If it's a wish for both of us, maybe it should be that, right? A clean break.
[Kills me, this equal and opposing wish to his past. There's that element of the dare to it, the same as stark fingerprints on his neck, the same as wanting a wolf to rip off it's clothing.]
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[Maybe in the short term, but in the long term... Komaeda's almost certainly going to return in some fashion and for some reason, like puzzles or clothes-theft. Speaking of, there goes the sparkler.
...Shin never learnt how to leave, in the end. The choice was made elsewhere, without him. He doesn't know how to disentangle himself if there's even a way, even now when he knows what exactly sort of thing's happening, when he wants to, when as far as he knows he has no more illusions about this. The result is this tangled tattered knotted thing... it doesn't help they're all forced to live in close proximity.]
Lonely, huh... [Does he look lonely? Is he lonely? Ordinarily there might be an answer but it's all a mess right now, because loneliness and safety have bled together like paint. It's clear Komaeda is reaching out but that can only look like a trap, feel possessive. The tying together of them like that has him hunching into himself despite himself. It's terrifying, for it's own reasons to him.] If it's a wish for both of us, maybe it should be that, right? A clean break.
[Kills me, this equal and opposing wish to his past. There's that element of the dare to it, the same as stark fingerprints on his neck, the same as wanting a wolf to rip off it's clothing.]