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[perfectsymmetry]

Crowe had murdered by his target last Friday, who feigned injury. She stabbed him twice, and as he died slowly on the street she said something about her next meal. He didn't want to know what that meant.

When Crowe wakes up, it seems like a horrible nightmare. He doesn't realize it's been a week, or that the incident has ended. He doesn't care. Obviously he's incapable of helping anyone. So many people told him to be careful, and he was killed so quickly.

At least he's right about it being Saturday. He figures he has two days before he has to head into school. So he's not leaving his room, or his bed. If anyone knocks on his door, it won't be answered. If they open it, they will just find him lying in his bed, not turning to answer who see who it is. The soft sound of music can be heard, though - he's holding his iPhone, which is quietly playing.

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[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

[ What an odd question to ask if you didn't die. ]

...

Seven days since last Friday. Welcome back.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[His eyes grow wide for a moment.]

A whole week...?

[He feels ill now.]

R-Right. Thanks...

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

[ Souji smiles. ]

Can I come up?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Another pause.]

Sure.

[When Souji comes up, Crowe is sitting on his bed, music still quietly playing from his iPhone.]

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

[ Souji eventually enters the room after knocking on the door. ]

Yo.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Hey. So uh, how did everything end out there? Do you know?

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

There's another letter letting people know it's over. And you're back. I assume it's over.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Oh. That's good. [He flops backwards onto the bed.] Maybe I can get some sleep, then.

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

[ Doesn't take the hint. Either he's clueless, inconsiderate or wants something here. ]

Do you know who got you?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

I never met her before. She acted injured. I never got her name. She... she said some pretty creepy things when she attacked me.

[He rolls on his side, curling up slightly.]

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

Are you mad at her?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Mad? I don't think think so. If you're asking if I plan to take revenge, most certainly not. That won't get me anything.

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

[ Souji seems pleased, smiling a little. ]

If I were killed, I don't think I'd be mad too. I might be annoyed, or even upset with myself, though.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Souji, I've been killed seven times. Seven. I-I really don't know how I'm supposed to react anymore.

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

Seven times?

...

Any of them from the same person?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Unconsciously, he curls up a bit more.] No. I used to have a housemate who would try, though. He killed me once while I was droned. I remember it, but it seems like a dream.

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

How long have you been in Mayfield?

[ Sitting on the edge of the bed. ]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

...15 months now. Since the beginning of last March.

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

... Were these little events of Mayfield the cause for most of the deaths?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Mostly. [A pause as he thinks.] This event. Once by Mukuro. Twice by the hazmats back when the Soviet man was on the loose. Twice during that whole... debacle in March. A-And once by Grady.

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

That's rough. It sounds like it's virtually inescapable.

Death that is.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

I-I had actually gone almost 6 months without dying. Of course I got and get myself into all these... situations.

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

If you look at it this way, your... deaths are proof of action.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Almost sulkily:] For all the good it's done.

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

You got a letter, though. A lot of people perished too.

[ A beat. He gently hits Crowe through the sheets. Not hard, of course. A soft punch if anything. What it's a manly way of communicating through physical contact /huffpuff ]

Crowe. I don't know you well enough to know what you're going through. I didn't die seven times. This weekend I saw two of my friends as corpses. One was stabbed in the chest and tossed into a car and left to die there. A fucking car. And then someone I knew from before coming to Mayfield died here. He was shot in the head coming out of his house and there was brain bits and blood everywhere.

[ Sad chuckle. ] Let me tell you, it's not a good day when you're staring at a dead friend who's missing half of his face from a gun.

...

[ There's bitterness in his voice: ] Then I found out that everyone I promised to protect, like half a dozen people including women and children--dead. These people I promised they'd be safe if they came to a safe house all died on the way or at the safe house.

[ Another pause. Souji is in a dark place right now. ]

I know it's a game and I knew they'd come back when this is over. But how do you face the people you said you'd protect when they still died? What do I say to someone who died on my watch and I still lived? It's so ridiculous because I feel guilty about this. For a moment this weekend I almost went on a lunatic man hunt to track my friends' killers, and I wouldn't've cared if I died.

[ He glares at Crowe. His expression looks pained. ] I was in such a bad state that I thought throwing my life away would make up for it. But I realized that that wouldn't do anything for the people who've been slain, or our situation here in Mayfield.

[ Souji closes his eyes. ] ... I had to get stronger. I am going to get stronger. I still feel this relentless guilt, but I'm going to use this guilt to motivate me to be a better person. Are there people you care about here? Are you going to sulk in your room while life goes on?