[There's something distinctly familiar about all this. The scream is trying to place itself in Kaneda's memories. Like a puzzle piece.
His hand reaches down, wrapping itself around Tetsuo's wrist, not to take his hand off of him, but to hold onto him in a way that didn't obstruct that.
And the moment he touches that skin...feeling how one part of it is softer than the rest, a strip of it while the rest felt like it'd been scarred and toughened.
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[There's something distinctly familiar about all this. The scream is trying to place itself in Kaneda's memories. Like a puzzle piece.
His hand reaches down, wrapping itself around Tetsuo's wrist, not to take his hand off of him, but to hold onto him in a way that didn't obstruct that.
And the moment he touches that skin...feeling how one part of it is softer than the rest, a strip of it while the rest felt like it'd been scarred and toughened.
His eyes widen.
They're back]