[If he pauses himself to think about it, he's going to start wondering about whether he should after all, how he should finally say it. He'd been planning to, but he's forgotten all about how he'd thought of doing it. Forget it, plans don't matter now. Naoki's eyes clench shut and fear creeps in over the relief.
His hands loosen from fists, fingers spreading, but they're almost gripping at her back now, curled into fabric.] I dreamed about killing them. Isamu and Chiaki. And I... I did it easily.
[This is terrifying--]
It was different from how it-- how it actually happened. [His fingers grip tighter at Yang's shirt, at her. He should let go. She might not want him to hold on like this. But he can't bring himself to.] They each wanted to fulfill their Reasons, and we fought each other. We fought and I killed them. [A pause, tense, Naoki's back tense and slightly shaking under her hands.] No, maybe it wasn't that different after all. [It was still murder, no matter what it came after.]
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His hands loosen from fists, fingers spreading, but they're almost gripping at her back now, curled into fabric.] I dreamed about killing them. Isamu and Chiaki. And I... I did it easily.
[This is terrifying--]
It was different from how it-- how it actually happened. [His fingers grip tighter at Yang's shirt, at her. He should let go. She might not want him to hold on like this. But he can't bring himself to.] They each wanted to fulfill their Reasons, and we fought each other. We fought and I killed them. [A pause, tense, Naoki's back tense and slightly shaking under her hands.] No, maybe it wasn't that different after all. [It was still murder, no matter what it came after.]