[ Her thumbs twist into her skin for all of a moment, painting her already pale knuckles a ghostly white. Then, she forces herself, outwardly, to relax even while her mind pitches in turmoil. What should she say? What should she do? Should she ask about it? ]
[ She drops her hands down to the corner of her skirt. She worries at a loose thread with her thumbnail. Steeling herself to... what? Attempt to cobble a conversation out of this? She feels the burning need to – make something of this. Something out of her unbidden vulnerability. ]
Um. Those parts of... my life. The earlier parts, at least. I don't look back on them... sadly, now. It was how I met my sisters, after all. And the Corps. Losing – losing Kanae was hard, but... it brought me here. Do you have something like that...?
Up until fairly recently I couldn't really remember any of my past.
[ The fact he's not really sure if she knew about that or not probably said a lot about the current state of his memories as well. ]
... I can't really say I look back on some of it very fondly like you, but I did lose my family. I guess we do have that in common. I do look back on some of my vague memories of the past few years fondly though. It seems like the others had to look after me a lot.
[ There were some things she knew to be better discussed outright. She would rather Muichiro openly wade into these murky waters, share whatever budding memories he may or may not have, than operate on her own secondhand knowledge. ]
I'm sorry. I think it... sounds like it would be difficult, trying to reconcile all that time with what you're aware of now. I... know it made me sad, not being able to properly mourn.
[ He's working on it, it's difficult for him to decide where to start. ]
In a way... I've been operating on the residual emotions of the night I lost my brother all this time. A demon snuck into our home, you see. My brother tried to protect me and got his arm cut off for it. It took me hours to wrangle the demon outside and pin it down. My brother was dying of blood loss, but I still heard him mumbling a prayer for me not to die.
[ He talks about it evenly, but the set of his jaw implies it's still upsetting to think or talk about. But memory for memory, he supposes. ]
I think what upset me the most apart from the memory of my family dying... was probably that I couldn't remember Rengoku clearly. I regained my memories after the train incident.
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[ Her thumbs twist into her skin for all of a moment, painting her already pale knuckles a ghostly white. Then, she forces herself, outwardly, to relax even while her mind pitches in turmoil. What should she say? What should she do? Should she ask about it? ]
I'm sorry. That you had to see that.
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[ He's sympathetic, if anything. They both lost family. Not that she would know that. ]
It wasn't your choice either, which is why I'm apologizing.
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[ She drops her hands down to the corner of her skirt. She worries at a loose thread with her thumbnail. Steeling herself to... what? Attempt to cobble a conversation out of this? She feels the burning need to – make something of this. Something out of her unbidden vulnerability. ]
Um. Those parts of... my life. The earlier parts, at least. I don't look back on them... sadly, now. It was how I met my sisters, after all. And the Corps. Losing – losing Kanae was hard, but... it brought me here. Do you have something like that...?
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[ The fact he's not really sure if she knew about that or not probably said a lot about the current state of his memories as well. ]
... I can't really say I look back on some of it very fondly like you, but I did lose my family. I guess we do have that in common. I do look back on some of my vague memories of the past few years fondly though. It seems like the others had to look after me a lot.
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I'm sorry. I think it... sounds like it would be difficult, trying to reconcile all that time with what you're aware of now. I... know it made me sad, not being able to properly mourn.
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In a way... I've been operating on the residual emotions of the night I lost my brother all this time. A demon snuck into our home, you see. My brother tried to protect me and got his arm cut off for it. It took me hours to wrangle the demon outside and pin it down. My brother was dying of blood loss, but I still heard him mumbling a prayer for me not to die.
[ He talks about it evenly, but the set of his jaw implies it's still upsetting to think or talk about. But memory for memory, he supposes. ]
I think what upset me the most apart from the memory of my family dying... was probably that I couldn't remember Rengoku clearly. I regained my memories after the train incident.