[ He isn't the greatest at following a conversation on the emotional level, so it takes him a moment... Worried? About having a poster on the bulletin board? Worried... About being a poster on the bulletin board. Worried every time he wakes up, Suguru isn't there. Worried every time he lets himself fall asleep, even with Suguru there, something will attack them and take their skin. Worried every time he lets himself fall asleep, someone is tempted to kill for a little treasure from the swamp's trove.
Worried every time they're forced unconscious, he wakes up to the nebulous fog where monsters lurk. Worried every time he lets himself fall asleep, he won't wake up. ]
I...
[ As he thinks deeply, it takes him back to the time where he felt a knife through his abdomen, to his throat, then to his head, and the consuming darkness that encroached. Maybe it had always been there, the fear, constant and gnawing at him. It's even worse here. There is nothing to protect him here.
Without even knowing or considering this to be a vulnerable moment, his body has been gradually tensing up, noticeably so. Every muscle fiber is strained and stiff, even though an embrace should be soft and comforting. ]
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Worried every time they're forced unconscious, he wakes up to the nebulous fog where monsters lurk. Worried every time he lets himself fall asleep, he won't wake up. ]
I...
[ As he thinks deeply, it takes him back to the time where he felt a knife through his abdomen, to his throat, then to his head, and the consuming darkness that encroached. Maybe it had always been there, the fear, constant and gnawing at him. It's even worse here. There is nothing to protect him here.
Without even knowing or considering this to be a vulnerable moment, his body has been gradually tensing up, noticeably so. Every muscle fiber is strained and stiff, even though an embrace should be soft and comforting. ]