[she looks at this for longer than she should, before she types out her own reply. feels the ice cold edge of a pickaxe in her back like a ghost, hands that grip her limbs, places where scars should be and yet never are. it's enough to drive someone insane.]
You're not the only one who doesn't want to go back. It would be returning to a cage in an endless maze.
[if her hand shakes a little to press the button to send, so it does.]
[ And Hakagemachi is its own cage. One where he can drift around with no direction, but also nowhere to run to except directly into the slow corruption of the youkai curled around his spirit. ]
We could trust each other. I know, it sounds terribly cliche, but if there's nothing else but those in the same predicament as you, then it's one idea you haven't exhausted.
[silently, she apologizes to Hibiki as she goes on.]
If you can't trust going back, and can't trust staying with who's in your head, there's still the rest of us with masks.
[and, she thinks to herself, at least one person who won't ask what his particular cage is like. he won't ask about hers, and she'll extend the same courtesy.]
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You're not the only one who doesn't want to go back. It would be returning to a cage in an endless maze.
[if her hand shakes a little to press the button to send, so it does.]
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Don't want that for nobody
[ And Hakagemachi is its own cage. One where he can drift around with no direction, but also nowhere to run to except directly into the slow corruption of the youkai curled around his spirit. ]
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[she'd sound crazy if she said more than that, so she stops herself from saying more, backspaces a sentence that rang with bitterness.]
"Might go back" isn't the same as "will go back." There's still hope that we won't have to return.
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Maybe hoping I'll be stronger.
Or is th'snake just gonna swallow me. Bad news heere too.
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[silently, she apologizes to Hibiki as she goes on.]
If you can't trust going back, and can't trust staying with who's in your head, there's still the rest of us with masks.
[and, she thinks to herself, at least one person who won't ask what his particular cage is like. he won't ask about hers, and she'll extend the same courtesy.]
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I'm jsut dead weight on the rest of ya
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[the message comes back quick, typed out without a single doubt behind it.]
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