My friends've got bigger things to worry about than me.
[Mutsu does worry though.
Is she worrying now?
Perhaps she's on the ship somewhere, wondering where he is. He tries to stop himself from falling down that rabbit hole, but the thought of her believing him to be gone, truly gone-
[ what does that mean? is it bad? like is she making him feel worse? before she can apologize, she realizes that he makes a valid point. where is the way out? ]
I think it should be this way.
[ pointing towards the area past the banquet table, at the sign that says "restrooms, atm, exit". ]
[ but then a group of photographers spot them, running towards them with cameras raised and flashing. it startles her into moving, tugging on sakamoto's hand as she runs towards the exit.
[Despite the dizzying array of flashing lights and the clamor of the raucous crowd, Sakamoto tilts his head back to laugh.
This kind of running, running from danger with the aid of a far stronger companion, feels familiar. In fact, he can almost register the cold air of the ocean breeze, accompanied by the salty scent of the sea. And yet, the grip on his hand is gentle, not harsh enough to break his wrist.
He's been running from something on the inside, too, running from the hateful idea that he might be stuck here for more than a few months, separated from the people he loves and held back from his duty.
Suddenly, at this very moment, he feels as though everything will turn out alright.]
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[ ah. so he's that kind of guy too. the revolutionary. ]
Your friends must worry about you.
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[Mutsu does worry though.
Is she worrying now?
Perhaps she's on the ship somewhere, wondering where he is. He tries to stop himself from falling down that rabbit hole, but the thought of her believing him to be gone, truly gone-
It hurts.]
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Nothing is bigger or more important than a friend.
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This is nervous excitement, isn't it.]
You're right about that.
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Are you alright?
[ is it the blood loss? they should've found a place for him to rest sooner... ]
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[Said fondly.]
I'm gonna hafta be, if I want to get outta here! Speaking of out, d'you know which way is out?
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[ what does that mean? is it bad? like is she making him feel worse? before she can apologize, she realizes that he makes a valid point. where is the way out? ]
I think it should be this way.
[ pointing towards the area past the banquet table, at the sign that says "restrooms, atm, exit". ]
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Ohhhh, I feel weak.
You'll have to guide me.
[wink wonk
Is he really trying to get her to hold his hand the whole way.]
My body is so fragile~!
[Yes.]
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well, he wanted hand holding, right. ]
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This kind of running, running from danger with the aid of a far stronger companion, feels familiar. In fact, he can almost register the cold air of the ocean breeze, accompanied by the salty scent of the sea. And yet, the grip on his hand is gentle, not harsh enough to break his wrist.
He's been running from something on the inside, too, running from the hateful idea that he might be stuck here for more than a few months, separated from the people he loves and held back from his duty.
Suddenly, at this very moment, he feels as though everything will turn out alright.]