[it takes a long while, she hadn't really cried in awhile, but it's like Minato's death, Atsushi's death, her memory, and everything hits her all at once, regardless of how strong she was trying to be. She still feels numb to it all, but... it's better than it was before.
she rubs her eyes, and hiccups lightly, before picking up her tablet. she can talk. she can try.]
[ Slowly, he lets her go. Returns to the ghost tablet still laying on the edge of the bed where it was discarded, picking it up.
It takes a while for another message to appear, all at once. ]
i'm someone who has never had anything to live for. i still don't know how to help a friend. i still don't know how to help anyone without my power to tell me the right thing to do. i barely existed to begin with. someone like me, who doesn't even know what to do with another life is probably the worst person to try to tell anyone why they should live.
all i know is... what it's like to feel pain now, when the people i like are hurting. it feels like it hasn't stopped since i died.
i want to trust you. i want you to live, even if it's selfish. but... someone like me isn't really capable of coming up with a good enough reason to convince you
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that's a step at least.]
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He's shaking. But he'll hold on for now. ]
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she rubs her eyes, and hiccups lightly, before picking up her tablet. she can talk. she can try.]
... Just. Just t-trust me.
cw: suicidal ideation
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i'm someone who has never had anything to live for. i still don't know how to help a friend. i still don't know how to help anyone without my power to tell me the right thing to do. i barely existed to begin with. someone like me, who doesn't even know what to do with another life is probably the worst person to try to tell anyone why they should live.
all i know is... what it's like to feel pain now, when the people i like are hurting. it feels like it hasn't stopped since i died.
i want to trust you. i want you to live, even if it's selfish. but... someone like me isn't really capable of coming up with a good enough reason to convince you
sorry...