[ At first, he's simply alarmed- and he is, visibly and without trying to hold back, even if his mind is worried that expressing it so nakedly will make Minakami less likely to be honest with him in the future -but eventually it softens to a dull, vacant horror. He'd never thought about...no, he had. Too many times he'd wanted to ask Minakami why he'd done it, when their fates had turned so twisted and sick, but. Never had he let himself dwell on...those last moments. ] S-s-someone told me- he tried to, to tell me about how it works- how time travel works, and... [ Trying to soften his own glance in to the precipice isn't working. Hanging was a harsh way to die, wasn't it? One could hope it was quick, but certainly there were stories of criminals being executed who's neck didn't snap, who struggled in vain and suffocated instead. For the body to end up in the river meant that the force must have been...
No, he couldn't do it like he used to. Not even by thinking about the stories he'd read, the accounts in the paper. He was thinking about Minakami's body. The possibility that any incarnation of him had felt...pain, or even regret like that...he needs it to be impossible, because it's too heartbreaking otherwise. But, he can't say it- all of Professor's talks about time travel unraveled too completely when a certain lingering shadow from the future was taken in to account. ]
...if something had happened to you, I was going in the river anyway. If the hashihime helped or not. [ He's ashamed to admit it. Ashamed to even imply such a thing to Minakami, someone who he's all but cried on for similiar things more than once, but his forced stillness as they sit there on the bench is quickly turning to a slight tremble. He could blame the fever for the moment of weakness, make up some other way to interpret that sentence, but...if Minakami had almost...] Even if you go somewhere far away, and it seems like I can't follow you...I'll still try to find my way back to you.
do you think people read this, i say suddenly staring in to the camera at the metaphorical audience
No, he couldn't do it like he used to. Not even by thinking about the stories he'd read, the accounts in the paper. He was thinking about Minakami's body. The possibility that any incarnation of him had felt...pain, or even regret like that...he needs it to be impossible, because it's too heartbreaking otherwise. But, he can't say it- all of Professor's talks about time travel unraveled too completely when a certain lingering shadow from the future was taken in to account. ]
...if something had happened to you, I was going in the river anyway. If the hashihime helped or not. [ He's ashamed to admit it. Ashamed to even imply such a thing to Minakami, someone who he's all but cried on for similiar things more than once, but his forced stillness as they sit there on the bench is quickly turning to a slight tremble. He could blame the fever for the moment of weakness, make up some other way to interpret that sentence, but...if Minakami had almost...] Even if you go somewhere far away, and it seems like I can't follow you...I'll still try to find my way back to you.