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Characters: Minato and YOU.
Setting: Room 2-02, hallways, various. 17th-23rd.
Format: Starting in action, will match.
Summary: Minato awakens from his revival, feeling the urge to play and sing. Especially to those who might be feeling a little down...
Warnings: None yet? Other than possibly causing suicides with his singing?

[2-02 (17th)
When he awakened after dying yesterday, he noticed the changes already. His legs feel different and he can actually feel fabric on the top of the metal legs. He checked and saw that his legs truly did became his Persona’s metallic ones. The other change was the lyre on his back.

After getting out of his bed, Minato tested out his new legs with a few steps. Then he slowly take off the lyre, unaware of the visible gashes on his back. When he hold the lyre in his hands, he feel like...playing it and singing it to anyone who can listen. It would be nice to sing a song to fit the mood...

He shook his head, pushing the thought away. Now’s not the time for that. He got to help the others, since he’s apparently out of the running for the candy hunting?

18th
The urge to sing was stronger today, but he resist and try his best to help others.

By the time it’s evening, his fingers was lightly strumming the strings and he’s humming a tune.

EVERYWHERE (19th-23rd)
All around the tower, Minato was singing and playing the lyre. His voice, for anyone who haven’t heard him sing before, was rather good and pleasant to listen to.

It’s rather unfortunate, for his potential audience, that the more they listen, the more their mood begin to fall... How unhappy will they be? Wouldn’t it be better to just end it now?]

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[Mio was little more than a wraith now, haunting the tower without any rhyme or reason. It was a fact that she couldn't stop reminding herself of, no matter how hard she might try. A remaining, a ghost, alone--all of her worst fears had merged together.

The song hanging in the air was such a reminder. It's unmistakeably beautiful. A sweet, sad song that made her heart ache as music often does. It's enough for her to push aside her reservations long enough to move up the staircase, bloody footprints trailing behind her, eyes searching for the source of the noise.]

[This floor is full of instruments, grand and simple. Each one occasionally playing their own tune, but his song is the most consistent, clear sound here. None of them caught his eye, not when he have this lyre in his hands.

Depending on where Mio approaches him from, she may see a large gash on his back. Otherwise, there is a young with a lyre, singing the very song she's hearing.]

[The sight of the gash on his back is painful to look at and she has to avert her eyes. Whether it's out of politeness or simple distraction, she says nothing. That unshakable feeling of nostalgia grows worse by the minute and, not for the first time, she wonders why she's still alive when her sister was so far away--possibly, probably, definitely dead. Why had she alone been rescued?

No, it was more than that. Why did she have to be rescued at all? If Mayu had to die, she should have died too. They should have been together in the end. Had she been able to atone for that sin by dying here? Would she even begin to be forgiven if she did it again, and again, and again?

She wants it to. She wants to die again, if only for her own peace of mind, but this body makes even that impossible for her to do; a knife, a sword, a bullet, all of it goes right through her, now. With no other options, she buries her face into her hand and cries, too focused on her (or perhaps simply comforted by) her own misery to realize, much less remove herself from the very source of it.]

[If he know the extent of what his song is doing to his audience, to bring up negative emotions to suicidal levels, Minato would try to stop. But no, he's blissfully ignorant for now.

If he know what she's thinking, he would lend her his ear and listen. Minato wouldn't say he understand, it's not his right to compare their situations, but he can listen. People sometime need someone to talk to.

He vaguely sense someone's approach and looks around, still singing but at a slower pace.]

[The guilt is weighing on her, crushing her more and more by the second. She's more aware than ever than Mayu is a separate person from her, a fact that she was blissfully ignorant to before entering All God's Village. Without her sister, she's just half a person. Maybe even less than that.

Would this had happened if she had been holding Mayu's had that day? She wants to apologize, but she can't. Mayu is gone. Mayu isn't here. It's her fault. She wasn't there holding her hand that day at the cliff, she wasn't brave enough to fall with her and then again in the Lost Village. It's her fault Mayu's gone, that her world is gone, everything...!

If Minato's paying attention, he might catch sight of the ghost in the room--closer now, but still distant enough, apologizing to someone who's not there. She looks like she could break apart at any second, if she weren't already so broken.]

Mayu...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...!

[He catches the sight at the corner of his eyes, looking over carefully. After a moment, he slowly approaches her as he lightly strum the lyre's strings. The closer he gets, the easier it is to hear her faint apologies.]

...Miss? ♪

[He speaks up, concerned and carefully, despite the light musical tone at the end.]

[Her eyes widen in a sudden bout of fear and shame at the sound of a voice. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, but the tears wouldn't stop. She tries to wipe them away, but it's useless.]

I'm sorry...I...

[There's an obvious stutter as she struggles to get the words out, sniffling shaking her head violently. There's probably more that she wants to add, but all that comes out are little gasps and sobs. Any attempt to get a grip on her emotions seems futile right now.]

[His expression softens, standing up and slowly walking over to her.]

It's alright. ♪

[It might be embarrassing, almost shameful to be crying and look weak in front of others. But he knows that sometimes, it's better ti let it out.]

D-don't come near me! I...

[There's a note of desperation in her voice. She doesn't want to be seen like this, nor does she want to think of what she's capable of in this form, but still, she couldn't bring herself to say that outright.]

[He stops walking, stepping back until he's at a respectable distance.]

...Okay. But is there anything I can do...? ♪

Mmh.

[She shakes her head. She's trembling, ashamed by what a burden she's allowing herself to be. As though this person has no other problems, but she can't seem to help herself.]

It--it's my own fault things are like this.

[Nothing he can do. It bugs him to hear that, but at very least, he can offer to hear her out.]

Even if I can't do anything, do you want to talk about it? ♪

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22nd, 28th floor

Re: 22nd, 28th floor

sorry i'm kinda dumping survivor's guilt all over this

kukukuku gimme all the angst

I will drown you in a sea of it.

/drowns

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