Oh, ( he says, and then he doesn't say anything else.
rikki and sai-chan... rika and saihara. saying they were close to him is stretching the truth but at the same time, it isn't--
he can think of people they were much closer to, after all. amami comes to mind, for one, and then he disappears when natsume wonders if either of then knew that he ■■■■■
well. it doesn't matter now. sorry to subaru, though, because without realizing it his hands have found something to grip and that happens to be subaru's hair; he forces themselves to let go, orange strands falling from his reddening fingers and his white knuckles turning back to a more living color. natsume breathes in and holds it, thinks about the warmth of rika's hands and the way she'd looked when he apologized, thinks about shuichi's one dear hope and wish that they could get through a trial without an execution at the end--that no one would have to die--selfish, for people who deserved closure, but a wish that mirrors itself in the cracks of natsume's heart.
he lets the breath go, slow and soft, and half turns to busy himself with fluffing his pillow. ) I see; you're RIGHT, I am much more interested in this ONE. Not that any loss of life is more important than the other, BUT--
( but something in his chest twists when he thinks about them, and he meticulously smooths out the wrinkles on his pillow before he turns back around, expression neutral. )
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rikki and sai-chan... rika and saihara. saying they were close to him is stretching the truth but at the same time, it isn't--
he can think of people they were much closer to, after all. amami comes to mind, for one, and then he disappears when natsume wonders if either of then knew that he ■■■■■
well. it doesn't matter now. sorry to subaru, though, because without realizing it his hands have found something to grip and that happens to be subaru's hair; he forces themselves to let go, orange strands falling from his reddening fingers and his white knuckles turning back to a more living color. natsume breathes in and holds it, thinks about the warmth of rika's hands and the way she'd looked when he apologized, thinks about shuichi's one dear hope and wish that they could get through a trial without an execution at the end--that no one would have to die--selfish, for people who deserved closure, but a wish that mirrors itself in the cracks of natsume's heart.
he lets the breath go, slow and soft, and half turns to busy himself with fluffing his pillow. ) I see; you're RIGHT, I am much more interested in this ONE. Not that any loss of life is more important than the other, BUT--
( but something in his chest twists when he thinks about them, and he meticulously smooths out the wrinkles on his pillow before he turns back around, expression neutral. )
What were their condiTIONS?