[she definitely seems so, so out of it, and on instinct Akira reaches out to rest his hand against her shoulder. it's a gesture meant to be comforting, because he doesn't know what else he can do]
[he wasn't able to stop anyone from being hurt. he wasn't even given the chance, what with the way the mysterious midnight sleep had clenched a hold of his consciousness, squeezed it out of him until he had slumped up against the pool table pocket, passed out just like a light]
[the lines of the pool table pocket are still visible on his cheek]
Me? I--
[his intent is to respond to her question, but. what winds up coming out instead is. . .]
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[he wasn't able to stop anyone from being hurt. he wasn't even given the chance, what with the way the mysterious midnight sleep had clenched a hold of his consciousness, squeezed it out of him until he had slumped up against the pool table pocket, passed out just like a light]
[the lines of the pool table pocket are still visible on his cheek]
Me? I--
[his intent is to respond to her question, but. what winds up coming out instead is. . .]
Concentrate and ask again.