[Atsushi nods. He's not counting on a quick escape from his past - doesn't this just prove that he's never getting away? - but he's ready to follow Chuuya pretty much always, and especially now.
The door opens - or is destroyed - and Atsushi gets the quick escape that he hadn't dared to count on, everything suddenly back to normal. It's just the mansion, the living room, everything still present just as it was before - and that is almost scarier than the memories were. How much can he still count on his thoughts, after that hypnosis when he was captured? Is he still sane? Was he ever?
He lets out a shaky breath, and tries to ignore everything and press on, which arguably isn't the best coping mechanism. He heads off in the direction of the kitchen with a barely-there mumble.]
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The door opens - or is destroyed - and Atsushi gets the quick escape that he hadn't dared to count on, everything suddenly back to normal. It's just the mansion, the living room, everything still present just as it was before - and that is almost scarier than the memories were. How much can he still count on his thoughts, after that hypnosis when he was captured? Is he still sane? Was he ever?
He lets out a shaky breath, and tries to ignore everything and press on, which arguably isn't the best coping mechanism. He heads off in the direction of the kitchen with a barely-there mumble.]
Daifuku could probably use some food.