Thought- Open RP
How long had it been since he had died...? He wasn't sure, time felt like it had come to a halt. Tatsuya couldn't even tell how long he had been sat in the laboratory on Green Level, curiously gazing at the mechanisms and parts left behind. Never did he realise how frustrating it would be to have such things at your fingertips, yet completely out of your grasp. All he wanted to do was look at them, to check for modifications or missing components, to look at the laptop, but he couldn't.
Simply because he foolishly ended his own life, and ended up dragging Ichigo with him. For a moment he paused, resting ghostly fingers against his face. He had watched the trial, sat there in horror as memories came flooding back. Very faintly he could recall seeing the panicked male through the door, then distinctly he could remember the brief agony that flared across his face as the scalpel pierced his eye. If only he had been more careful in his planning, perhaps then he wouldn't have hurt someone else. There was so much guilt welling up within him, that he ended up slipping down to sit on the floor.
Although it was lonely being a spirit, and he was as trapped in this hospital as he was before, it was relieving. No longer could he be watched, nor tortured by this place and the one behind it. Wordlessly he rose to his feet once again, absent-mindedly waving his hand over the contents of the desk.
What use was this new found freedom though if there was nothing that could be done with it...?
