[He walks in and, well, even with mental preparation... his thoughts go choppy and red. It's him. His scarf. His blood. He's dead... He kind of feels like he's underwater, the same feeling that he had in the hall of mirrors, of being in waking nightmare, of that oppressive weight of unheard wine-glass noise and being watched and judged by unknown standards found wanting.
On the outside, he just sways a little, glazed eyes fixed on it and hand firmly in scarf. His mind is oil on water suddenly, separated out. He's watching himself move.]
Gloomy... [It's a murmur, a comment, a sigh, detached. He takes a step forward, and actually lifts his eyes up and what he sees... it's enough to crash through that like the crack of lightning that happens when two charges collide. His voice is very, very small.]
...K- Kanna...?
[Kanna? It's the only thought in his head. That she still has her head is registering on the subconscious level but not breaking through.]
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Date: 2021-09-13 07:01 am (UTC)On the outside, he just sways a little, glazed eyes fixed on it and hand firmly in scarf. His mind is oil on water suddenly, separated out. He's watching himself move.]
Gloomy... [It's a murmur, a comment, a sigh, detached. He takes a step forward, and actually lifts his eyes up and what he sees... it's enough to crash through that like the crack of lightning that happens when two charges collide. His voice is very, very small.]
...K- Kanna...?
[Kanna? It's the only thought in his head. That she still has her head is registering on the subconscious level but not breaking through.]