[The way Atsushi tenses behind makes Dylas sick to his stomach. Whatever they did to him, for whatever reason...it's all inexcusable. He hopes they all burn in hell now that they're gone.
He moves faster now, moving against a wall. He clicks his tongue in frustration. Why can't he find this faster? Why can't he protect Atsushi from this one thing?]
Don't let go of me. Hey. Do you remember that time we went to the beach with Daifuku? What did I make again?
[He made something tiger-shaped. He remembers, but he leaves it to Atsushi to search in his head for a single memory among what he hopes are even more happy memories. But after asking the question, he stops and squints at the wall. Something is different—the texture, the light isn't reflecting right, it's...cracked?
Without thinking about it, he slams his fist into the spot hard, with all the force he'd put into hitting that man over there if he were actually here.]
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He moves faster now, moving against a wall. He clicks his tongue in frustration. Why can't he find this faster? Why can't he protect Atsushi from this one thing?]
Don't let go of me. Hey. Do you remember that time we went to the beach with Daifuku? What did I make again?
[He made something tiger-shaped. He remembers, but he leaves it to Atsushi to search in his head for a single memory among what he hopes are even more happy memories. But after asking the question, he stops and squints at the wall. Something is different—the texture, the light isn't reflecting right, it's...cracked?
Without thinking about it, he slams his fist into the spot hard, with all the force he'd put into hitting that man over there if he were actually here.]