That night, in his dreams, he will find himself in a bedroom. It is a nice enough room, though slightly clinical, and it has a wide window that goes out to the world.
Instead of the sky and the world, there seems to be static. ]
It wasn't pitiful.
[When Kaito turns, he'll see a shape sitting on the bed, cross-legged. It's not defined, the edges and frame shifting and changing every few moments, though it is clearly human. The head tilts, and the form clearly seems to look at him, though it's hard to tell where it's eyes are, or even what they look like.]
There was only so much I could do then. I'm better, now. I'm better than I was.
[The shape climbs down off the bed, and walks up to him. Its features never settle, and as it walks, it moves in fits and starts.
The shape looks at him, for a very very long time, silently.]
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That night, in his dreams, he will find himself in a bedroom. It is a nice enough room, though slightly clinical, and it has a wide window that goes out to the world.
Instead of the sky and the world, there seems to be static. ]
It wasn't pitiful.
[When Kaito turns, he'll see a shape sitting on the bed, cross-legged. It's not defined, the edges and frame shifting and changing every few moments, though it is clearly human. The head tilts, and the form clearly seems to look at him, though it's hard to tell where it's eyes are, or even what they look like.]
There was only so much I could do then. I'm better, now. I'm better than I was.
[The shape climbs down off the bed, and walks up to him. Its features never settle, and as it walks, it moves in fits and starts.
The shape looks at him, for a very very long time, silently.]
Do you still hate me?