After he let out his realization, Souji had gone to slowly push himself back up against the wall, falling to it like as if in a frustrated defeatist type way to try and think of something they could do.
That suggestion of why he really did so couldn't have been further from the truth.
When Hijikata goes to move and head back in, Souji gets a really bad feeling about it—like the other is doing ever single thing that he shouldn't be doing, that he's going to trap himself in some god-awful situation, and he's going to die and the investigation is going to somehow complete and he's not going to come back and he's going to lose Hiji—
( shit. )
Souji goes to pull away from the wall to follow, intending to yell to him to stop him because why is he going back in there, why—
"Hi—!"
He's cut off immediately, feeling the adrenaline in him so out of control and misfiring feelings that he shouldn't be having, aggravating things that he doesn't need aggravated. There's nothing he can do about it, now, though, and he brings a hand up to his mouth as he turns away to lean his right shoulder against the wall as he chokes, failing to hold back a sudden coughing fit that just piles upon itself until he's he practically clawing at the brick of the morgue for some support as finally lets himself slip down to his knees. The blood is hot and sticky , splattering past his hand and to cover it with the concentrated mucusy red film liquid.
But even now, even as he's trying to concentrate on one single thing instead of letting his mind scatter in every direction, he can only think two things:
One ( I need to get away from here—away from him—before I— ) is rapidly being devoured by the other ( I'm going to peel the skin away before ripping muscle from bone while they're still alive to feel it—and I'll start with him ).
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After he let out his realization, Souji had gone to slowly push himself back up against the wall, falling to it like as if in a frustrated defeatist type way to try and think of something they could do.
That suggestion of why he really did so couldn't have been further from the truth.
When Hijikata goes to move and head back in, Souji gets a really bad feeling about it—like the other is doing ever single thing that he shouldn't be doing, that he's going to trap himself in some god-awful situation, and he's going to die and the investigation is going to somehow complete and he's not going to come back and he's going to lose Hiji—
( shit. )
Souji goes to pull away from the wall to follow, intending to yell to him to stop him because why is he going back in there, why—
"Hi—!"
He's cut off immediately, feeling the adrenaline in him so out of control and misfiring feelings that he shouldn't be having, aggravating things that he doesn't need aggravated. There's nothing he can do about it, now, though, and he brings a hand up to his mouth as he turns away to lean his right shoulder against the wall as he chokes, failing to hold back a sudden coughing fit that just piles upon itself until he's he practically clawing at the brick of the morgue for some support as finally lets himself slip down to his knees. The blood is hot and sticky , splattering past his hand and to cover it with the concentrated mucusy red film liquid.
But even now, even as he's trying to concentrate on one single thing instead of letting his mind scatter in every direction, he can only think two things:
One ( I need to get away from here—away from him—before I— ) is rapidly being devoured by the other ( I'm going to peel the skin away before ripping muscle from bone while they're still alive to feel it—and I'll start with him ).
Oh god.