@ochazos sent: ❛ no one here deserves to die except for me and the monster i created. ❜ / end portion of the game angst....
* ― 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. / accepting
At first, Junpei knew he had to keep his temper in control. The night before, he could remember pushing Makoto into the nearby cabinet on the ground floor, angry at Makoto for having Ryoji inside of him for years. He had to nurse his cheek after Akihiko punched him hard to knock some sense into him.
Last night was the first night, and only night thus far, where everyone was losing their mind and falling apart. Fuuka crying, Ken sobbing--it brought him back to reality and realized he was a dumbass for causing so much trouble. Hell, if he had a nickel every time he did dumbass stuff, he would have two nickels at this moment.
Sitting in the dorm's living room, watching as Makoto walked passed him, Junpei knew everyone was scared shitless about fighting in general. Including him. He winced in pain as he removed the ice pack from his face, giving it some space to breathe, as Makoto said something to him.
"...no one should have to die, Makoto." He pointed out, placing the ice pack on the table in front of him and glaring at his friend. "Too many people I've known has died." Junpei pinched the bridge of his nose, quickly removing his fingers as the pain from his cheek radiated up to his nose. A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back on the couch, his head tilting back, unable to look at Makoto.
"This might sound stupid coming from me, but why do you have to beat him? You don't have to do this shit alone."