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010. [Action for Dangan House/Text]
[ACTION]
[His first thought upon waking up is that he doesn't know where he is.
His body tenses immediately on that bed in the basement, jolting sharply awake as though he's been startled by something, as though he's just been sleeping and he's had a hell of a nightmare; his eyes are wide, his gaze shifting around the room as though he's trying to get some idea of his surroundings and what's happening around him, and he might just look disoriented if it weren't for the fact that his gaze is so blatantly unfocused.
He's taking in everything without really seeing it; his breathing is quick to even out, however, and after a moment his body relaxes against that futon he sleeps on, and any fear that may have been present in him is gone entirely, seeming to take any genuine fight he may have had along with it.
After a moment he sits up, and if he isn't hindered immediately by anything or anyone he'll get up and start pacing the length of the basement, the motion aimless and ultimately pointless, just something to do because...well, it's something to do.
He hasn't lost that odd, disconnected look in his eyes; he's not registering anything very well, that much is obvious.]
[TEXT]
[A text will be hitting the network shortly after Ishimaru wakes up and any discussions with people in person have been carried out; it's short and uncharacteristically careless, and he isn't paying much attention to the device after it's out there, though he'll respond eventually to anyone who replies.]
i'm awake
and i'm sorry
[OOC: Canon-updating completed, for good or ill.]
[His first thought upon waking up is that he doesn't know where he is.
His body tenses immediately on that bed in the basement, jolting sharply awake as though he's been startled by something, as though he's just been sleeping and he's had a hell of a nightmare; his eyes are wide, his gaze shifting around the room as though he's trying to get some idea of his surroundings and what's happening around him, and he might just look disoriented if it weren't for the fact that his gaze is so blatantly unfocused.
He's taking in everything without really seeing it; his breathing is quick to even out, however, and after a moment his body relaxes against that futon he sleeps on, and any fear that may have been present in him is gone entirely, seeming to take any genuine fight he may have had along with it.
After a moment he sits up, and if he isn't hindered immediately by anything or anyone he'll get up and start pacing the length of the basement, the motion aimless and ultimately pointless, just something to do because...well, it's something to do.
He hasn't lost that odd, disconnected look in his eyes; he's not registering anything very well, that much is obvious.]
[TEXT]
[A text will be hitting the network shortly after Ishimaru wakes up and any discussions with people in person have been carried out; it's short and uncharacteristically careless, and he isn't paying much attention to the device after it's out there, though he'll respond eventually to anyone who replies.]
i'm awake
and i'm sorry
[OOC: Canon-updating completed, for good or ill.]
[text]
i was just gone for a while. coma.
[text]
[text]
i'm okay. don't worry about me. just bad things back home, that's all.
[text]
You're my friend, I'm going to worry about you no matter what. But if it's something you're not ready to talk about right now, I'll leave it be.
[text]
a couple of people died. friends.
[text]
I'm sorry.
I know there's nothing I can say to make it any better, losing friends is hard. I've done all I can to make sure I don't lose mine.
But, don't lose hope, at least you know here all your friends are safe.
[text]
we could get sent back at any time. like i did, or permanently like some of the others who have been here. and we don't remember anything when we go back.
it seems like there's no point anymore.
[text]
Yes, bad things happen, yes, we all have a possibility of being sent back to our worlds and that might not always be a good thing.
So what? Dreading about it, losing hope, that would kill your enjoyment of what this world has to offer you now and the good times you could be spending with your friends. You have people that love you, no matter where you are, despairing over the possibilities will make you miss out on that and that is unacceptable.
[text]
you don't know most of it. it's not something i can discuss with you.
[text]
Would they?
Even if you can't discuss it with me, I can still say that. And don't tell me that I've never witnessed anything like death or the desecration of the dead, you know I have.
[text]
i've spent my entire life living for what other people want. and look what that's gotten me.
i'm done.
[text]
But have some goddamned self-respect and continue living. Not for anyone else, but for you and your own happiness.
[text]
i'm not going to argue this anymore.
[text]
But
[This is hard, she's so used to being around people that have accepted they'll have or witness violent ends to life that it feels strange to coach someone through it.]
Your friends, the people from your world or the people from here, none of them will want you to give up on happiness or hope either. Not for themselves, but because they love you and want you to be happy.
That's all.
[text]
[That's more or less the last thing you're getting from him today.]