[Wataru is putting things together, little by little, the situation they're in. They're helpless, and it's hopeless. He hears Eichi struggle, but he can't even bring himself to look up. How, in yet another life, has he failed Eichi? He's wanted nothing more than to live happily, to find a way through all the difficult times and make his mark on the world as a force for good, but... He thinks he might die here. They were told to keep him alive, but will they listen? Will they care?
The one with a foot on Wataru's back steps away for a moment, but it's only far enough for him to aim a kick at Wataru's ribs. He doesn't fight back, doesn't react, doesn't do anything. He just lets it happen. This is real hopelessness.
I'm sorry, Eichi.
He thinks it, but doesn't say it, assuming Eichi won't want to hear it. He should have saved them both, even if he was originally the captive. Even if this is Eichi's family's fault. Why hasn't anyone come to help? Why isn't anyone looking for him, and now Eichi as well? It's surely because no one cares, he thinks. Surely because he's worn out his welcome in the world and no one has a use for him, his genius, his tricks, his talents. Silent tears prick at his eyes, but he's too broken for them to fall.
Going numb is the right thing to do. The hand in his hair stays there, but he feels a strange lightness as the hand pulls away, taking a section of hair with it, cut away by something or another. He doesn't care. He just wants this to stop. He was never made to endure suffering, after all.]
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The one with a foot on Wataru's back steps away for a moment, but it's only far enough for him to aim a kick at Wataru's ribs. He doesn't fight back, doesn't react, doesn't do anything. He just lets it happen. This is real hopelessness.
I'm sorry, Eichi.
He thinks it, but doesn't say it, assuming Eichi won't want to hear it. He should have saved them both, even if he was originally the captive. Even if this is Eichi's family's fault. Why hasn't anyone come to help? Why isn't anyone looking for him, and now Eichi as well? It's surely because no one cares, he thinks. Surely because he's worn out his welcome in the world and no one has a use for him, his genius, his tricks, his talents. Silent tears prick at his eyes, but he's too broken for them to fall.
Going numb is the right thing to do. The hand in his hair stays there, but he feels a strange lightness as the hand pulls away, taking a section of hair with it, cut away by something or another. He doesn't care. He just wants this to stop. He was never made to endure suffering, after all.]