since arriving here, day has always made it clear that he's a lively and active sort of individual. he moves his helm a lot. he fidgets. he allows his winglets to reveal his feelings that he knows he should be keeping under wraps. it's how he is and it's something he never really thought to stop.
but the question has him stilling to the point of motionless now, falling quiet when he was, a mere moment ago, chatty and bright and chirpy. his optics go as so far to dim when memory files pop up, replaying key moments, certain words with a clarity he wishes he didn't have at times. ]
Um- [ he continues to flounder but he answers. eventually. haltingly. looking apologetic all the while to junpei. ] ... Kind of? Maybe? [ he pauses for a second before he looks away, as if afraid to see junpei's reaction when he finally says, ] Yeah. I have.
I- I could have saved him. I could have done better to keep him from dying but... If I had tried hard enough than he would be around and he's not so. Yeah.
[ he laughs now. it's weak and shaky, nervous as heck, but he seems to be doing his best to bounce back. day wonders why junpei is asking such a question but, in a way, he's a little relieved now.
better to have this out in the open sooner rather than later, right? he has a way of making day think harder than usual and day finds himself not minding it. ] At the very least, I promised myself I'll never do that again, no matter what. No matter how desperate I was or how dire it got, that's going to be a line I'll ever cross again.
But... Do you think we'll have to go through those sort of lengths while we're here? Against them? Against us?
[ the idea of hurting junpei or ms. dyer or chongyun makes him blanche, visibly so. ]
/releases this novel at long last and flees-
since arriving here, day has always made it clear that he's a lively and active sort of individual. he moves his helm a lot. he fidgets. he allows his winglets to reveal his feelings that he knows he should be keeping under wraps. it's how he is and it's something he never really thought to stop.
but the question has him stilling to the point of motionless now, falling quiet when he was, a mere moment ago, chatty and bright and chirpy. his optics go as so far to dim when memory files pop up, replaying key moments, certain words with a clarity he wishes he didn't have at times. ]
Um- [ he continues to flounder but he answers. eventually. haltingly. looking apologetic all the while to junpei. ] ... Kind of? Maybe? [ he pauses for a second before he looks away, as if afraid to see junpei's reaction when he finally says, ] Yeah. I have.
I- I could have saved him. I could have done better to keep him from dying but... If I had tried hard enough than he would be around and he's not so. Yeah.
[ he laughs now. it's weak and shaky, nervous as heck, but he seems to be doing his best to bounce back. day wonders why junpei is asking such a question but, in a way, he's a little relieved now.
better to have this out in the open sooner rather than later, right? he has a way of making day think harder than usual and day finds himself not minding it. ] At the very least, I promised myself I'll never do that again, no matter what. No matter how desperate I was or how dire it got, that's going to be a line I'll ever cross again.
But... Do you think we'll have to go through those sort of lengths while we're here? Against them? Against us?
[ the idea of hurting junpei or ms. dyer or chongyun makes him blanche, visibly so. ]