[ While not the first time he's seen death through someone else's memory, this one hits differently for many reasons.
It's not like he hasn't thought about what to do if it happens again. The role of observer is not one foreign to him. He still remembers his ideas even now: Separate his mind from the memories. Keep breathing. Think of the theater and its plush seats. Stay observant, but don't get too close. A typical observer to-do list.
But distance is never an easy concept when it comes to Shigaraki. Shigaraki who gave him an answer to questions he didn't realize he had, some hope in himself that he didn't even realize he had lost. Who was willing to take the hand he offered.
He couldn't look away from him now. Even if this is an abyss better left untouched, he reaches forward into the memory.
The scene that unfolds is something both utterly alien in its dynamics and uncomfortably familiar in its feeling of longing and isolation. He doesn't recognize this household. And as that odious man keeps talking, he thinks he shouldn't. Even though this is a memory, one not even his, the raw bite of fury keeps gnawing at his brain. He hates this. He hates a lot of things right now. This never should have happened, a complete and utter failure on the shoulders of those that should've protected him. And look at who else ends up paying the price in the end.
Something inside him hurts. He keeps seeing faces that aren't there.
Ah, he never did like the adults. Fickle, fickle beings more concerned with keeping them in line than as individuals with their own thoughts. Hopes. Dreams. Same as any human. Why expect them to bleed out for them emotions with a smile? Just rot away with those impure hearts.
Letting the feeling of resentment wash over him like ice-cold water, he steps forward from where he was watching. The heels of shoes touch the phantom remains of what used to be family. Not his family, he reminds himself. Never once did he have one. Maybe that's what makes it easier for him to crouch down into the gore, intent on meeting this child at eye level. ]
That's right...be who you want to be.
[ He doesn't know what else to say. He wishes he did, but as he is right now, an astray observer, this is what he can do. ]
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It's not like he hasn't thought about what to do if it happens again. The role of observer is not one foreign to him. He still remembers his ideas even now: Separate his mind from the memories. Keep breathing. Think of the theater and its plush seats. Stay observant, but don't get too close. A typical observer to-do list.
But distance is never an easy concept when it comes to Shigaraki. Shigaraki who gave him an answer to questions he didn't realize he had, some hope in himself that he didn't even realize he had lost. Who was willing to take the hand he offered.
He couldn't look away from him now. Even if this is an abyss better left untouched, he reaches forward into the memory.
The scene that unfolds is something both utterly alien in its dynamics and uncomfortably familiar in its feeling of longing and isolation. He doesn't recognize this household. And as that odious man keeps talking, he thinks he shouldn't. Even though this is a memory, one not even his, the raw bite of fury keeps gnawing at his brain. He hates this. He hates a lot of things right now. This never should have happened, a complete and utter failure on the shoulders of those that should've protected him. And look at who else ends up paying the price in the end.
Something inside him hurts. He keeps seeing faces that aren't there.
Ah, he never did like the adults. Fickle, fickle beings more concerned with keeping them in line than as individuals with their own thoughts. Hopes. Dreams. Same as any human. Why expect them to bleed out for them emotions with a smile? Just rot away with those impure hearts.
Letting the feeling of resentment wash over him like ice-cold water, he steps forward from where he was watching. The heels of shoes touch the phantom remains of what used to be family. Not his family, he reminds himself. Never once did he have one. Maybe that's what makes it easier for him to crouch down into the gore, intent on meeting this child at eye level. ]
That's right...be who you want to be.
[ He doesn't know what else to say. He wishes he did, but as he is right now, an astray observer, this is what he can do. ]