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Week 1 | Thursday Night
[ The day had finally come to an end, after minutes which felt like hours, and hours which felt like years. Time dragged on, longer and longer... It had started to break him, slowly but surely. As much as he repeated to himself that it was only an illusion, it was still maddening. But he of all people should know better, he should know, because his body was a perfect, shattered clock. His body wouldn't last much longer, a few months at most, so this feeling had to be a lie. Yet the sense of time dragged on, at odds with what he knew must be true.
The night he had spent walking, barely stopping to rest, trying to reason with himself. Some moments he believed in the false sense of time and other times he didn't. Though he had done his best to avoid others, a few had approached him, and one encounter played in his head over and over and over.
He had almost done it, had almost used Kira. The man's words though harsh, were things he had all heard before, a long time ago. It was the arrogance that unhinged him, that the man had assumed because he didn't want to live, that he was willing to simply die. He didn't want life or death, he wanted erasure.
The only person who could give him such a thing wasn't here. For that reason alone, he had to preserve what ki he had left, so he could see him again. To almost waste it on such a meaningless man.... He was angry.
.....
He entered the hotel in a daze, still wrapped in the thoughts that kept repeating in his head. By chance he spots Takao, the boy who had persisted on talking to him over and over again. Autonomously he greets him, the phrase stilted, his mind not focused on the present.]
Good...evening.
The night he had spent walking, barely stopping to rest, trying to reason with himself. Some moments he believed in the false sense of time and other times he didn't. Though he had done his best to avoid others, a few had approached him, and one encounter played in his head over and over and over.
He had almost done it, had almost used Kira. The man's words though harsh, were things he had all heard before, a long time ago. It was the arrogance that unhinged him, that the man had assumed because he didn't want to live, that he was willing to simply die. He didn't want life or death, he wanted erasure.
The only person who could give him such a thing wasn't here. For that reason alone, he had to preserve what ki he had left, so he could see him again. To almost waste it on such a meaningless man.... He was angry.
.....
He entered the hotel in a daze, still wrapped in the thoughts that kept repeating in his head. By chance he spots Takao, the boy who had persisted on talking to him over and over again. Autonomously he greets him, the phrase stilted, his mind not focused on the present.]
Good...evening.