[ feeling yuuki bump into him does little to snap him out of his reverie—not that it's much of one, not when all he's really doing is staring up ahead without any of intention of looking away. he knows how mirrors work, how your reflection should be an opposite standing right in front of you, but this isn't anything like that.
there's blood all over him, on the ground, on his sword.
that isn't an unfamiliar sight, not with the kind of life he leads, but what gets to him isn't the blood, but how he's moving from behind the mirrored surface. his shoulders are shaking with laughter, the kind that doesn't quite reach his eyes because what's there instead are tears that are starting to flow freely. he hangs his head, out of shame, maybe, souji can't really tell, and the next time he blinks—
his reflection is even closer, banging his fists against the mirror like he's trying to get out. ]
... That isn't a funny joke.
[ he doesn't know who he's really saying that too, fists clenching out of the anger bubbling up inside. he'd regret that he ever got forced into going here at all but when he's blindsided by his own temper, he can feel nothing but that. ]
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there's blood all over him, on the ground, on his sword.
that isn't an unfamiliar sight, not with the kind of life he leads, but what gets to him isn't the blood, but how he's moving from behind the mirrored surface. his shoulders are shaking with laughter, the kind that doesn't quite reach his eyes because what's there instead are tears that are starting to flow freely. he hangs his head, out of shame, maybe, souji can't really tell, and the next time he blinks—
his reflection is even closer, banging his fists against the mirror like he's trying to get out. ]
... That isn't a funny joke.
[ he doesn't know who he's really saying that too, fists clenching out of the anger bubbling up inside. he'd regret that he ever got forced into going here at all but when he's blindsided by his own temper, he can feel nothing but that. ]