[ he tightens his arms around junpei; because that is, in the end, almost the same thing as having died himself, isn't it? if he has the memory... he thinks of hell, for a moment, of the pile of bodies in the corner, except instead of edwin he imagines it to be junpei instead, dead because of a bracelet, because of dismemberment, because of a variety of other things —
his hands are gripping onto his shirt so, so very tight, because otherwise they might be shaking. ]
Right, just some. [ like that makes it better. like that makes it okay, somehow. ]
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[ he tightens his arms around junpei; because that is, in the end, almost the same thing as having died himself, isn't it? if he has the memory... he thinks of hell, for a moment, of the pile of bodies in the corner, except instead of edwin he imagines it to be junpei instead, dead because of a bracelet, because of dismemberment, because of a variety of other things —
his hands are gripping onto his shirt so, so very tight, because otherwise they might be shaking. ]
Right, just some. [ like that makes it better. like that makes it okay, somehow. ]