@mys7ery.
It’s upsetting.
It’s upsetting, because Mitsuba had been so sure that things were going to be okay, for the first time in a while. He was comfortable with himself, he was comfortable with how things were with Kou. He was, for all intents and purposes, happy. And he would have been fine with things staying that way! He really would have.
Mitsuba, of course, doesn’t remember everything that happened in the before until he wakes up in the Grove. Birds are chirping; the sun is warm, beating down on him through the leaves of the trees. Mitsuba is outside, decidedly not in Kamome, but it feels... hollow. It feels hollow because he can feel himself being torn apart by whatever was happening, lost and overwhelmed, and he can feel all the memories flooding back of that place. Of Kou, of Nene, of Hanako, of Kohimasu and –
– Mitsuba is angry.
He’s so, so angry, and he has no one to turn to, because none of his support system is here. The rage boils and brews in his chest as he makes himself move the only direction he can, to the cabins, key clutched tightly in his hand. Too tightly. It hurts.
It hurts, but what hurts more than the indent of a key in his palm is spotting him once he reaches the cabins, out and about like nothing happened at all. And maybe nothing did happen, to him. Mitsuba’s well aware of timelines not syncing up, if here is anything like there. It makes him feel so helpless, at a time when he was just getting used to what he’s capable of.
So Mitsuba freezes, and tries to hide how much he’s shaking. Tries to hide how confrontational, how accusatory, his voice sounds when he speaks up.
“Do you know what happened to me?”
“Honourable Number Seven. Do you know what happened back home?”
