But he understands. Or rather--he thinks he does, as much as he can without knowing exactly what Kashuu saw. But he remembers the real sound of Nagasone's pieces hitting the stage floor, the very real press of Kashuu's blade against his skin. Even now, two weeks later, Yasusada worries he'll wake up to find that that was the truth, after all.
He doesn't need to say any of that, though. Instead--]
Just this. [That's probably not helpful, is it? Hm. How about...] Yesterday, Steel-san asked us to go to the museum. They wanted us to do things to honor people from home. We were drinking and dancing with everyone. I slept later than you did, this morning.
[He can keep backtracking, if Kashuu wants. He'll sit and recount every moment of their lives, if it'll help him grasp what has and hasn't happened.]
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But he understands. Or rather--he thinks he does, as much as he can without knowing exactly what Kashuu saw. But he remembers the real sound of Nagasone's pieces hitting the stage floor, the very real press of Kashuu's blade against his skin. Even now, two weeks later, Yasusada worries he'll wake up to find that that was the truth, after all.
He doesn't need to say any of that, though. Instead--]
Just this. [That's probably not helpful, is it? Hm. How about...] Yesterday, Steel-san asked us to go to the museum. They wanted us to do things to honor people from home. We were drinking and dancing with everyone. I slept later than you did, this morning.
[He can keep backtracking, if Kashuu wants. He'll sit and recount every moment of their lives, if it'll help him grasp what has and hasn't happened.]