[ For once, he goes ahead an apologizes in a rather awkward voice; it's strange how he's managed to somehow relax around Komaeda, but at the same time there's a frisson of disconnect between his thoughts and the memory that just played in his mind but at the same time, doesn't seem to fit properly. It's like he's trying to piece a puzzle together but the piece belongs to an entirely different puzzle.
It's probably because the memory belongs to Kamukura instead of Hinata Hajime, and he knows that all too well. He definitely needs to make sure those memories stay locked shut. If Enoshima of all people finds out about it, she might have ideas. He doesn't want that.
The color in his eyes are back to its normal green shade and they flicker towards Komaeda, even as the memory still fills his mind. He can still feel his hands crushing those bears as if it were nothing, and he subconsciously tightens his fists as if yearning for that feeling to stay. As... if he does it, he won't lose his emotions. He doesn't want to become Kamukura Izuru again. If this place really is what it is, if he becomes like that again, then... what will happen?
Kamukura Izuru doesn't feel anything.
He swallows hard, licking dry lips as he takes a sharp breath, trying to cool himself off. Fear is settling in, but he tries to brush that off, too. Nevertheless, slow feet follow Komaeda, knowing that it's best to comply than to argue. ]
I understand, at least. [ He can come to terms with that. He doesn't like it, but he understands it. ]
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[ For once, he goes ahead an apologizes in a rather awkward voice; it's strange how he's managed to somehow relax around Komaeda, but at the same time there's a frisson of disconnect between his thoughts and the memory that just played in his mind but at the same time, doesn't seem to fit properly. It's like he's trying to piece a puzzle together but the piece belongs to an entirely different puzzle.
It's probably because the memory belongs to Kamukura instead of Hinata Hajime, and he knows that all too well. He definitely needs to make sure those memories stay locked shut. If Enoshima of all people finds out about it, she might have ideas. He doesn't want that.
The color in his eyes are back to its normal green shade and they flicker towards Komaeda, even as the memory still fills his mind. He can still feel his hands crushing those bears as if it were nothing, and he subconsciously tightens his fists as if yearning for that feeling to stay. As... if he does it, he won't lose his emotions. He doesn't want to become Kamukura Izuru again. If this place really is what it is, if he becomes like that again, then... what will happen?
Kamukura Izuru doesn't feel anything.
He swallows hard, licking dry lips as he takes a sharp breath, trying to cool himself off. Fear is settling in, but he tries to brush that off, too. Nevertheless, slow feet follow Komaeda, knowing that it's best to comply than to argue. ]
I understand, at least. [ He can come to terms with that. He doesn't like it, but he understands it. ]