[Most people, in a Dark Field, heard every cruel word, every discarded feeling, every hurtful action from their lives. And at first Neku does too- he has plenty to choose from. But in his mind most of those were almost like things meant for someone else. The person he was before the Game. Some of them, maybe even many of them, deserved in a lot of ways.
He even hears his own voice a few times, hissing in his ears. Every hateful thought and word he'd said to others that were nothing but shameful now. He snarls at the voice, snapping up Terri and running to escape them.
But the phrase that ends up repeating and taking over the others is different. Older and buried much deeper. Innocuous to anyone else but himself. A young voice. Younger then him or at least the Him Of Now, not the Him Of Then and bright, happy.]
Don't worry, I'll be there. The mural wall, right? Make sure to wait for me, okay?
[At that voice he froze, ignoring the growing gashes, or the weak echoing attempts at Terri to speak to him. This hurt more then any mean word. This sliced deep into the core of every cruel action he made after.
He didn't notice when he started to cry, shaking his head frantically as if he could toss the voice away physically. He thought he had mostly forgotten what it sounded like.]
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He even hears his own voice a few times, hissing in his ears. Every hateful thought and word he'd said to others that were nothing but shameful now. He snarls at the voice, snapping up Terri and running to escape them.
But the phrase that ends up repeating and taking over the others is different. Older and buried much deeper. Innocuous to anyone else but himself. A young voice. Younger then him
or at least the Him Of Now, not the Him Of Thenand bright, happy.]Don't worry, I'll be there. The mural wall, right? Make sure to wait for me, okay?
[At that voice he froze, ignoring the growing gashes, or the weak echoing attempts at Terri to speak to him. This hurt more then any mean word. This sliced deep into the core of every cruel action he made after.
He didn't notice when he started to cry, shaking his head frantically as if he could toss the voice away physically. He thought he had mostly forgotten what it sounded like.]
Wait for me, okay?