[ well, this sure sucks. he's sure sheila's going to have lots of visitors, but he can't not come see her. so, here he is, even if it's only for a little bit. ]
Hey.
[ he raises a hand in a halfhearted wave. ]
...It must have been really hard for you, being forced to do something like that.
[She offers him a little smile, obviously sad to see him like this.]
I guess? I mean, I feel awful now. But when it happened, it just felt— right? Like it was something I had to do. And... I don't know. [...] I guess this isn't what you want to hear, but... shadows, man. Fuck them.
I didn't. Or I don't think I did? Admittedly, I was a liiiiittle busy playing the world's most violent game of tag at the time. So... [The mods did not mention anything about running into people curfewing there.
Sheila trails off, now looking at him in concern.]
Hey, I'm sorry if this is a touchy subject. But is your dad...?
[Okay? Alive? Currently being held hostage? Yikes.]
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week 4, saturday... looks at my last tag here and laughs sadly
Hey.
[ he raises a hand in a halfhearted wave. ]
...It must have been really hard for you, being forced to do something like that.
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[She offers him a little smile, obviously sad to see him like this.]
I guess? I mean, I feel awful now. But when it happened, it just felt— right? Like it was something I had to do. And... I don't know. [...] I guess this isn't what you want to hear, but... shadows, man. Fuck them.
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Yeah. Kazunari said it was kind of like that for him too. That it made him feel like saving his hostage was the only thing that mattered.
I really hate those things.
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...A-anyway, um. Can you... when you guys went into the chapel, did you not see us there at all? Me and Rin and Claude...
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Sheila trails off, now looking at him in concern.]
Hey, I'm sorry if this is a touchy subject. But is your dad...?
[Okay? Alive? Currently being held hostage? Yikes.]
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[ he blinks; he's already forgotten about concerningly trailing off on that line twenty seconds ago. ]
Uh, he's... a hostage here... i-is that what you mean?
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[ he shifts uncomfortably, looking at one of his gloved hands. ]
It's... kind of complicated.