[Komaeda feels cold. So cold, down to the core of him. Kamukura. All this time, he's been watching Hinata, watching him and knowing that Kamukura was a part of him, could never really be gone, but to look at that familiar face and see so very little of his Hinata is somehow terrifying.
But he stills all of a sudden when he sees that fury in his gaze, struck by it. That... that's different too, to see anything in those eyes besides apathy.
He's not given long to debate it though, stumbling back to brace himself against a wall. The world is spinning and it'll only start spinning more as he watches. The violence of it, the sheer animalistic brutality. He can feel each echo of Kamukura's foot connecting with that masked face echoing in his own chest, rattling his heart around.
Kamukura. Not Hinata. But still Hinata, and Komaeda is staring and forgetting that he's supposed to be breathing for a long moment. He saved him, didn't he? Somehow. Even if he should be terrified (and he is), he tucks the gun away as that gaze falls on him again.
He takes a step towards him, hesitant.] Hajime? [He voices the name again, like a plea. Not just Kamukura, right? Because, in the end, he'd rescued Komaeda, hadn't he? Those men, dead and bloodied on the ground, they'd been entirely intent on killing him. Komaeda knows this. That's what had brought Kamukura into this alleyway, isn't it? It's still his Hinata too.
It has to be. Komaeda promised Hinata he wouldn't lose him like this, and he won't. He can;t. He steps closer still, steps wobbling. The wound on his head, bleeding still, pale hair matted down, has him dizzy still, unsteady. But he's not letting it stop him, free hand reaching out towards the other now.]
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But he stills all of a sudden when he sees that fury in his gaze, struck by it. That... that's different too, to see anything in those eyes besides apathy.
He's not given long to debate it though, stumbling back to brace himself against a wall. The world is spinning and it'll only start spinning more as he watches. The violence of it, the sheer animalistic brutality. He can feel each echo of Kamukura's foot connecting with that masked face echoing in his own chest, rattling his heart around.
Kamukura. Not Hinata. But still Hinata, and Komaeda is staring and forgetting that he's supposed to be breathing for a long moment. He saved him, didn't he? Somehow. Even if he should be terrified (and he is), he tucks the gun away as that gaze falls on him again.
He takes a step towards him, hesitant.] Hajime? [He voices the name again, like a plea. Not just Kamukura, right? Because, in the end, he'd rescued Komaeda, hadn't he? Those men, dead and bloodied on the ground, they'd been entirely intent on killing him. Komaeda knows this. That's what had brought Kamukura into this alleyway, isn't it? It's still his Hinata too.
It has to be. Komaeda promised Hinata he wouldn't lose him like this, and he won't. He can;t. He steps closer still, steps wobbling. The wound on his head, bleeding still, pale hair matted down, has him dizzy still, unsteady. But he's not letting it stop him, free hand reaching out towards the other now.]