Post by Shinjiro Aragaki on Sept 10, 2012 21:24:51 GMT -6
They were stuck here? What had that thing called this thing? “Eden”? They were stuck here? No...they were chosen? This all sounded suspiciously fucking like what Kirijo had said to him, a long time ago. That he was special. That he had “potential”. That was all a load of crap and Shinji knew it.
Look where it had gotten him so far. At a minimum, he was a murderer. If this still wasn't a dream, he was stranded on some strange place, without his Evoker, without any way to keep Castor under control, and worst of all, with Akihiko, who was making his stomach twist into pits, but also making him...so happy. Shinji didn't fucking understand it. He didn't want to understand it. He wanted to go home.
He wanted to wake up, and he wanted all of this to have been a dream.
But he didn't let any of that show. Shinji had always never been one to show his emotions. Not even to Aki, all the time. Akihiko was still so fragile from everything that had happened...he still wasn't over Miki's death, still wasn't over Shinji leaving SEES...someone had to be strong. Akihiko was physically strong, but if he couldn't be emotionally strong, it would have to be Shinji who stepped up.
Shinji took a step forward, his face stony and unreadable. His hands were in his pockets, and yes, he was starting to get hot in the heavy jacket he always wore, but he didn't give a shit right now.
“Are there others?” he said. His voice was now hoarse, threatening to crack. The prospect of being stranded on some strange, unknown world, with only a snake-dragon thing and Akihiko for company was...frightening. “Are there other...Dreamwalkers,” he paused, the word sounding foreign on his tongue, “On here? Are we alone?”
Look where it had gotten him so far. At a minimum, he was a murderer. If this still wasn't a dream, he was stranded on some strange place, without his Evoker, without any way to keep Castor under control, and worst of all, with Akihiko, who was making his stomach twist into pits, but also making him...so happy. Shinji didn't fucking understand it. He didn't want to understand it. He wanted to go home.
He wanted to wake up, and he wanted all of this to have been a dream.
But he didn't let any of that show. Shinji had always never been one to show his emotions. Not even to Aki, all the time. Akihiko was still so fragile from everything that had happened...he still wasn't over Miki's death, still wasn't over Shinji leaving SEES...someone had to be strong. Akihiko was physically strong, but if he couldn't be emotionally strong, it would have to be Shinji who stepped up.
Shinji took a step forward, his face stony and unreadable. His hands were in his pockets, and yes, he was starting to get hot in the heavy jacket he always wore, but he didn't give a shit right now.
“Are there others?” he said. His voice was now hoarse, threatening to crack. The prospect of being stranded on some strange, unknown world, with only a snake-dragon thing and Akihiko for company was...frightening. “Are there other...Dreamwalkers,” he paused, the word sounding foreign on his tongue, “On here? Are we alone?”