[Kaz let out an unsteady laugh, one that pitched a little too high - he quickly realised that he was sounding borderline hysterical though, and stopped abruptly, staring past Yu at the building they just vacated. Honestly. Talk about what. He didn't even know what the hell even happened.
It was meant to be Belzaboul. That was what he saw last time and, while the first time had been a horrible, nasty shock, leaving his mouth sour from the awful memories the sight of the demon had brought, it was... tolerable. Manageable. Kaz saw him in his nightmares enough for him to brush it off after a few moments of deep breathing. But that...
A crimson field, a setting sun, waving cattails... Kaz could say with absolute certainty he had never seen that in his entire life. He was a city boy. Except for the field trip his school did annually, he never even left Tokyo to the country side. Yet. Yet. Yet.]
That was... I'm not remembering it. [Because, as deep as his morbid curiosity was, there was a very deep, primal fear that he didn't want to know. That knowing would open the flood gate to something terrible that he'd be unable to pull back from] I don't want to remember it. It's- it was just a dumb thing. A dumb mirror thing. It's not real, it's never real, it never happened. That's it. That's all. I'm not remembering it.
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[Kaz let out an unsteady laugh, one that pitched a little too high - he quickly realised that he was sounding borderline hysterical though, and stopped abruptly, staring past Yu at the building they just vacated. Honestly. Talk about what. He didn't even know what the hell even happened.
It was meant to be Belzaboul. That was what he saw last time and, while the first time had been a horrible, nasty shock, leaving his mouth sour from the awful memories the sight of the demon had brought, it was... tolerable. Manageable. Kaz saw him in his nightmares enough for him to brush it off after a few moments of deep breathing. But that...
A crimson field, a setting sun, waving cattails... Kaz could say with absolute certainty he had never seen that in his entire life. He was a city boy. Except for the field trip his school did annually, he never even left Tokyo to the country side. Yet. Yet. Yet.]
That was... I'm not remembering it. [Because, as deep as his morbid curiosity was, there was a very deep, primal fear that he didn't want to know. That knowing would open the flood gate to something terrible that he'd be unable to pull back from] I don't want to remember it. It's- it was just a dumb thing. A dumb mirror thing. It's not real, it's never real, it never happened. That's it. That's all. I'm not remembering it.