[Almost completely buried in Jaime's arms and still pressed up to his shoulder, Ken shakes his head.
He hasn't. Not about anything since October 4th. He woke up every day and followed a schedule set for him, by school and Koromaru's needs and whatever SEES was up to that particular day. He went to sleep each night only knowing what was necessary, but he hasn't thought about what lay ahead of him since that day. What is he going to do next? 'Not killing himself' seemed high enough a hurdle, trying to form decisions around the idea of living instead of dying. The trip ahead of them, middle school... talking to Shinjiro? Will he be able to do that? Is he allowed to?
It scares him. He thinks about it and all he sees is dark, and Darkness always left him feeling sick and aching afterwards.]
Nobody believed anything I said, back home. None of the doctors or the police. It was written off as a car accident. And I-- I thought I had to do it alone. [He was certainly told to do so, last month.] But I don't know what to do anymore, from here.
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He hasn't. Not about anything since October 4th. He woke up every day and followed a schedule set for him, by school and Koromaru's needs and whatever SEES was up to that particular day. He went to sleep each night only knowing what was necessary, but he hasn't thought about what lay ahead of him since that day. What is he going to do next? 'Not killing himself' seemed high enough a hurdle, trying to form decisions around the idea of living instead of dying. The trip ahead of them, middle school... talking to Shinjiro? Will he be able to do that? Is he allowed to?
It scares him. He thinks about it and all he sees is dark, and Darkness always left him feeling sick and aching afterwards.]
Nobody believed anything I said, back home. None of the doctors or the police. It was written off as a car accident. And I-- I thought I had to do it alone. [He was certainly told to do so, last month.] But I don't know what to do anymore, from here.