But do you ever feel so much about someone that it starts to feel like you'll burst from it, a little? Not specifically good or bad or anything like that, but just...a lot?
Yeah. He's not controlling or anything, he just worries a lot. He comes to walk me home from my shift at work a lot of the time, especially when it's in the middle of the night.
Last Cordis he was going to stay in his apartment the whole time, but when it sounded like I wanted to go out, he said right away that he would go with me.
he wasn't supposed to be in our house that night, it was a last-minute thing. he was sleeping downstairs and not in one of the bedrooms, that's why my killer missed him, i think. but i knew he was there. and he only said "i already killed your parents". he didn't mention rohan.
i pushed him out of the window and into the bushes. i was going to go out after him but then i heard my killer in the hallway outside the den and i knew if i tried to go out he'd see me in the middle of climbing out, and then he'd kill both of us.
so i shut the window and made it look like i couldn't get it open in time.
[Her apartment isn't like Abbacchio's. It doesn't look like a Romanian castle exploded inside it; it's not gothed out or monochromatic or ornate. It's also not pink and fluffy, or bold and tomboyish, or...anything. It really isn't anything, just the plain spartan furnishings that the unit came with when it was first cracked open, nothing rearranged, nothing added for personality.
Well, no, that's a lie. There's an Amegaharan glass vase on the coffee table, and toys for Arnold scattered on the floor. And the door to her bedroom is shut, but there's a little more clutter behind it — clothes, shoes, color.
But the front room, it's like she doesn't know what to do with it, really. Like she's a ghost haunting someone else's house, instead of residing in her own.]
Hi, Abbacchio.
[She opens the door carefully, peeking out before letting him in properly, and staying behind to shut and latch it behind him.]
[Once upon a time, his previous apartments were not too unlike this when he felt... worse. Worse than now. Because it doesn't always seem like it, but he really is better now than he used to be. There'd hardly be anything with a personal touch back in his old places. They were places to sleep in, drink in, pass out in -- hardly anything else.
For Reimi, she doesn't seem to know what to do with herself. Who could blame her, after years and years of being a ghost?
When he's inside, he holds out his arms, inviting her instead of pulling her in.]
[She doesn't so much move into his arms as she does fall into them, managing to keep herself upright only as long as it takes to get to a place where she can just slump and let him support her with her face turned just enough that it's her cheek resting against his chest, and not her nose.]
Remember the day we went shopping? Back during Cordis, when I was upset. Because I found out that someone important to me had forgotten me.
[She mumbles against the fabric of his shirt.]
I thought he remembered me from before but he doesn't. He didn't remember me at all, until someone told him who I was.
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And I wanted to tell you something else.
If the guy who killed me ever does come here, trust Rohan. Josuke too, but. Trust Rohan.
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i will. you have my word.
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You guys both have something else in common, you know. You both make me feel safe.
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good.
i dont always do a lot of things right
but i want you to not be afraid
and it's good you have other people to rely on too
i mean that
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Maybe this is weird, I don't know.
But do you ever feel so much about someone that it starts to feel like you'll burst from it, a little? Not specifically good or bad or anything like that, but just...a lot?
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yeah i do
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he cares a lot about you
that much i can see
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Last Cordis he was going to stay in his apartment the whole time, but when it sounded like I wanted to go out, he said right away that he would go with me.
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that's good enough for me
what's your history anyway?
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Promise me you won't tell anyone? Not ever. Not even...not even Bruno, or, or anyone.
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even if bruno asks me, i won't say anything
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he wasn't supposed to be in our house that night, it was a last-minute thing. he was sleeping downstairs and not in one of the bedrooms, that's why my killer missed him, i think. but i knew he was there. and he only said "i already killed your parents". he didn't mention rohan.
i pushed him out of the window and into the bushes. i was going to go out after him but then i heard my killer in the hallway outside the den and i knew if i tried to go out he'd see me in the middle of climbing out, and then he'd kill both of us.
so i shut the window and made it look like i couldn't get it open in time.
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are you home right now?
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[And he does message her that he's outside of her door before knocking. Since that feels the most polite thing to do, considering the circumstances.]
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Well, no, that's a lie. There's an Amegaharan glass vase on the coffee table, and toys for Arnold scattered on the floor. And the door to her bedroom is shut, but there's a little more clutter behind it — clothes, shoes, color.
But the front room, it's like she doesn't know what to do with it, really. Like she's a ghost haunting someone else's house, instead of residing in her own.]
Hi, Abbacchio.
[She opens the door carefully, peeking out before letting him in properly, and staying behind to shut and latch it behind him.]
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For Reimi, she doesn't seem to know what to do with herself. Who could blame her, after years and years of being a ghost?
When he's inside, he holds out his arms, inviting her instead of pulling her in.]
Hey.
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Remember the day we went shopping? Back during Cordis, when I was upset. Because I found out that someone important to me had forgotten me.
[She mumbles against the fabric of his shirt.]
I thought he remembered me from before but he doesn't. He didn't remember me at all, until someone told him who I was.
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