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Wednesday, 9:00 PM
[ Dhaos wasn't going to just leave it as is after last week. He remembers painfully clearly the events of the past days and so it comes to no surprise he is knocking upon Urashima's door. After all, checking up on him was prudent. He certainly thought this. ]
Urashima, I would like to speak with you.
Urashima, I would like to speak with you.
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Is everything okay?
( It's a little late, isn't it? Or well, it's getting there. But he'll step aside to let him in. )
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[ He nods his head politely as he comes in, and he hope Urashima does not mind that he takes a seat immediately upon one of the beds. He makes sure that when he's done, though, he is facing the sword spirit. ]
However, I wish to have extended the same question unto yourself. Is everything faring well with you?
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I'm really, really afraid. ( He settles for being honest. ) It's not just us in danger this time.
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But now...
...
[ Dhaos knows he's more calmer and less... well, truly bothered about the motive than some for now. He just also thinks that those people they showed earlier might just be fake versions of their loved ones. Might.
He knows others reacted very adversely to it, however. Urashima one of those people for sure.
Yet, what else could he say? This motive was one of their worst thus far. Someone would die by the end of the week and not just because someone felt that their hand was forced in order to save someone dear to them.
He thinks of something, and well. Arrives to a decision, sure enough, and extends his hand towards Urashima. ]
...Urashima, could you come a little closer for a moment?
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Ah... ( He looks down at Dhaos' hand, head tilting curiously to one side and then nods, stepping forward without hesitation. He trusts Dhaos. And he'll give his hand to Dhaos if he has to? ) Mhm.
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The blond took carefully the other's hand within his own, remembering how the other did so to him one or two times in a gesture of comfort. ]
... I cannot deny I do not feel a little fearful myself. But, regardless of what happens, we must remember not to lose ourselves. Even if the people around us eventually do, and even if the worst comes to pass regarding the hostage situation. Some of those hostages would surely not wish for innocent blood to be spilled for just their sake, or for someone to give in if their life were taken.
I know...this is a small comfort, if it is one at all, and it certainly is not easy, so to that note, I shall be glad to offer whatever I can reasonably do so to make it bearable. I can continue to lend you an ear, as you once did on my own occasion and then some, or otherwise. It is the least I can do.
[ He will never forget what could be considered simple acts of kindness to Urashima--given to him by the sword spirit a few times. The times where it mattered most. So he'd gladly do the same. ]
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He meant it when he said this was something his brothers often did for him when he was upset and it's because it really is calming for him. He's still stressed-- he's built up so much here, it can't possibly dissipate in a single night, but he's able to relax and once he relaxes, he can feel something that hurts in his throat and he begins to cry quietly.
Head bowed, Urashima blinks and tries to stop because really, crying won't do any good here and he knows that but he's so stressed. )
I... I want to go home...! ( That isn't a reasonable request at all and he knows it but he's a childish spirit so he just shouts the first thing he wants. ) I want to go home and s-see Hachisuka and Nagasone a-and master and everyone...!
N-no one deserves to be here!
( Eight weeks into this place and up until now, he'd been hopeful. He'd help everyone here, he'd protect his friends, help everyone get home, and his brothers would come to help them. All wishes that had been for everyone else as much as him and he'd been obvious with hinting his own desires to go home-- talking about his brothers, being convinced he'd see them again-- but this is the first time he's ever explicitly said he wanted to go home. Him. Of course he wants to help everyone here but he wants to go home too because this place is awful.
He's older than he appears and he's stronger spirited but at the end of the day, he's still very much a young spirit-- practically a child compared to all of the others he knows. )
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Dhaos had learnt such a thing the hard way himself, even if he was prone to doing it naturally. With that, when Urashima begins to cry, he certainly does not judge either-- maybe he's even a little relieved. Although only because he thinks being earnest with one's feelings and letting it out could help, even if only a little. ]
Indeed, no one does.
[ He'll say that, even despite the current assortment of people here, and their actions, because even when factoring them in, he thought the same on this matter (except for one or two individuals admittedly). Even those who were "killers" weren't all normally before a motive took effect.
Dhaos thought to slowly rise to his feet when he felt steady enough so that he can properly and carefully draw the other into an embrace, like he had done so once before-- although the other one time Urashima surely does not remember. ]
We have to believe we will all find a way out of this situation... somehow.
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... S-sorry.
( For letting that all out suddenly. He's a Kotetsu so he should really be stronger than that. )
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[ Or rather, this is what he'd thought. One could not always be expected to put on their brave face. Especially in a situation like this.
When Urashima is done, he gently lets go. ]
Letting it all out now can keep it from boiling over later, or ease it a little at least.
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I don't... like crying. ( Mostly because of the feeling associated with it. Sadness, grief, anger, loss-- things he's never really had to feel before. ) P-people shouldn't have to worry about swords.
( There are more important things. )
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Why shouldn't they? Swords are also sentient and need to have proper care at times as well. Even besides that, you are someone deserving of such a thing--you are your own person besides being a blade.