[It was a lot to go through in one day, he'll admit. In the midst of the silence, he begun to collect himself again. All of these many fragments, reflecting who he was back at him. The truth of his actions, both before and after arriving here... Had he really fallen prey to the mind games of this place? Yes. Would he continue to stagnate here because of it?
No, because he remembered now. Remembered just how potent the differences between him and the other two were, and how important his ties with others were. Though, he can almost hear Margaret scolding him for being like this and allowing himself to be deluded into thinking he wasn't any better. Especially after what he had to do at the time (was it really, though?). He'd locked away a crucial part of himself; his compassion. That light that had cut through the lies, had held out a hand to the others who were going the same way in midst of uncertainty. Really, how could he have forgotten in the first place and let that emptiness take hold? Not to mention blaming himself for not getting there sooner.
He watches his friend, lowering his head not in shame... but in bittersweet acceptance. There is a lot said in the silence between them, when he finally looks up to meet Yosuke's gaze and begins to stand.]
... Yeah.
[But what he's really saying is a quiet promise, one that only takes two words: 'Never again.']
We started this together, saw everything as a team. ...I'm not going to turn my back on what we've sought in life all this time.
['I won't run, and I will be here to help guide everyone once more. No more stumbling, no more faltering, and no more blaming myself for events that aren't my fault.'
...As he straightens, he feels it. That little bit of trust in his friends, the voices that reached out to him when he needed them most, lighting the way again. There are more now, some more quiet than others, but the sight is hard to ignore.
Izanagi-no-Okami appears behind him, mask cracked and what looks like blood dripping from where it looks like it had been previously smashed in. Yet in the same light he had once transmogrified, the injuries are gone. ...Had he been waiting this entire time?]
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No, because he remembered now. Remembered just how potent the differences between him and the other two were, and how important his ties with others were. Though, he can almost hear Margaret scolding him for being like this and allowing himself to be deluded into thinking he wasn't any better. Especially after what he had to do at the time (was it really, though?). He'd locked away a crucial part of himself; his compassion. That light that had cut through the lies, had held out a hand to the others who were going the same way in midst of uncertainty. Really, how could he have forgotten in the first place and let that emptiness take hold? Not to mention blaming himself for not getting there sooner.
He watches his friend, lowering his head not in shame... but in bittersweet acceptance. There is a lot said in the silence between them, when he finally looks up to meet Yosuke's gaze and begins to stand.]
... Yeah.
[But what he's really saying is a quiet promise, one that only takes two words: 'Never again.']
We started this together, saw everything as a team. ...I'm not going to turn my back on what we've sought in life all this time.
['I won't run, and I will be here to help guide everyone once more. No more stumbling, no more faltering, and no more blaming myself for events that aren't my fault.'
...As he straightens, he feels it. That little bit of trust in his friends, the voices that reached out to him when he needed them most, lighting the way again. There are more now, some more quiet than others, but the sight is hard to ignore.
Izanagi-no-Okami appears behind him, mask cracked and what looks like blood dripping from where it looks like it had been previously smashed in. Yet in the same light he had once transmogrified, the injuries are gone. ...Had he been waiting this entire time?]
Izanagi... [You goddamn troll.]