he did though he used to but now its like he feels bad about it since i died stupid
[The request for context takes him a little longer to think about. The idea of laying the whole sordid, miserable tale bare is both tempting and terrifying. A push-pull of conflicted desires, guilt and self-punishment, instinct to guard his heart versus take the razor to it himself. What does he want from Kim? To be judged? Punished? Understood? He's not sure. He's a little afraid to find out.
But it is 3 in the morning, and he has woken Kitsuragi for something. The mortification of being a coward now might be worse than the pain of ripping himself open.]
it's hard to explain
[He admits. It's a start. Now he just has to keep going.]
remember how when we met i mentioned the city bein so empty seemed kind of like the weird shit that happens at midnight where i'm from
those of us who can experience the dark hour like that're said to have "the potential" it's called that because we might be able to summon these beings from our soul--persona
i know all that probably sounds insane, i thought i was losing it too, first time i was awake for the dark hour important part is, personas are the only thing that can fight the shadows, these monsters that come out during it, feed on people's minds and leave 'em in comas
there were three of us back then, fighting shadows one night a shadow got loose from the place we usually fought em and we chased it down to this neighborhood and uh
[This is the difficult part, of course. The typing dots linger a while as he tries to work up the will to write down what happened.]
i lost control of my persona it went on a rampage and crushed a house with the kid's mom in it and he watched it happen and i swear if you're gonna try to tell me it wasn't my fault this conversation's over
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Date: 2023-10-13 01:49 am (UTC)he did though
he used to
but now its like he feels bad about it since i died
stupid
[The request for context takes him a little longer to think about. The idea of laying the whole sordid, miserable tale bare is both tempting and terrifying. A push-pull of conflicted desires, guilt and self-punishment, instinct to guard his heart versus take the razor to it himself. What does he want from Kim? To be judged? Punished? Understood? He's not sure. He's a little afraid to find out.
But it is 3 in the morning, and he has woken Kitsuragi for something. The mortification of being a coward now might be worse than the pain of ripping himself open.]
it's hard to explain
[He admits. It's a start. Now he just has to keep going.]
remember how when we met i mentioned the city bein so empty seemed kind of like the weird shit that happens at midnight where i'm from
those of us who can experience the dark hour like that're said to have "the potential"
it's called that because we might be able to summon these beings from our soul--persona
i know all that probably sounds insane, i thought i was losing it too, first time i was awake for the dark hour
important part is, personas are the only thing that can fight the shadows, these monsters that come out during it, feed on people's minds and leave 'em in comas
there were three of us back then, fighting shadows
one night a shadow got loose from the place we usually fought em and we chased it down to this neighborhood
and uh
[This is the difficult part, of course. The typing dots linger a while as he tries to work up the will to write down what happened.]
i lost control of my persona
it went on a rampage and crushed a house with the kid's mom in it and he watched it happen
and i swear if you're gonna try to tell me it wasn't my fault this conversation's over