[Kazuya felt like he was on sturdier ground when Yu finally spoke up - mentally speaking. Wrestling his breathing under control, he straightened up and scrubbed at his face with his trembling hands. Jesus Christ. Get it together, man]
Yup. I'm fine. [Somehow, he managed to sound chirpy, lowering his hands and turning to Yu with a somewhat competent poker face. Somewhat. He still looked a little pale] Okay. Calm. I'm calm.
[Okay, good. Definitely on solid ground now. Okay. Potential disaster averted. What disaster it was... he had no idea. Already, that looming dreadful feeling was retreating, leaving him shaking from adrenaline and confused relief but... it was okay. He was totally A-Okay]
Sorry - I didn't hurt you or anything when dragging you out, did I?
[Heart rate back to normal, breathing normal... yup, it's like Nothing Had Happened!]
[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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Yup. I'm fine. [Somehow, he managed to sound chirpy, lowering his hands and turning to Yu with a somewhat competent poker face. Somewhat. He still looked a little pale] Okay. Calm. I'm calm.
[Okay, good. Definitely on solid ground now. Okay. Potential disaster averted. What disaster it was... he had no idea. Already, that looming dreadful feeling was retreating, leaving him shaking from adrenaline and confused relief but... it was okay. He was totally A-Okay]
Sorry - I didn't hurt you or anything when dragging you out, did I?
[Heart rate back to normal, breathing normal... yup, it's like Nothing Had Happened!]
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At the question, he shakes his head slowly. ]
No, I'm alright. That was probably for the best, anyway. The faster we got out of there, the better.
[ A beat. ]
... we don't have to talk about it. But we can, if you need to.
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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.