[Yuto's hand on his back reminds him to breathe before continuing. He doesn't want to continue, but his twin's presence is comforting enough that he does so anyways, even if it hurts to recount the last hour.]
We were searching for some noise or something, I don't know. I just wanted to talk to Dad. [So a lot of blind following happened.] It took us awhile, and Dad said he thought it'd be better to go inside 'cause of the snow...But he ended up leaving me behind.
[There's a particularly pained look as he remembers what was said:] 'Even with the pendulum, you always did have a habit of looking for the things you can never find. A trait of only the most worthless.'
[Another lapse of silence follows as his hand clasps around the pendulum (still hanging from his neck even if he doesn't deserve it) and moisture prick at the corners of his eyes. He doesn't want to believe it, but it still hurts so much. What if that's the real reason his dad disappeared from the very beginning? No, no-- he that can't be true, right? This back-and-forth of thoughts in his head is only giving him a headache, and his eyes squeeze tight when a tear rolls down his face. His free hand comes up to roughly wipe at his cheek as he mutters to himself.]
I just wanted him to be proud of me. But if that's the real reason I got left behind, what am I supposed to do?!
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We were searching for some noise or something, I don't know. I just wanted to talk to Dad. [So a lot of blind following happened.] It took us awhile, and Dad said he thought it'd be better to go inside 'cause of the snow...But he ended up leaving me behind.
[There's a particularly pained look as he remembers what was said:] 'Even with the pendulum, you always did have a habit of looking for the things you can never find. A trait of only the most worthless.'
[Another lapse of silence follows as his hand clasps around the pendulum (still hanging from his neck even if he doesn't deserve it) and moisture prick at the corners of his eyes. He doesn't want to believe it, but it still hurts so much. What if that's the real reason his dad disappeared from the very beginning? No, no-- he that can't be true, right? This back-and-forth of thoughts in his head is only giving him a headache, and his eyes squeeze tight when a tear rolls down his face. His free hand comes up to roughly wipe at his cheek as he mutters to himself.]
I just wanted him to be proud of me. But if that's the real reason I got left behind, what am I supposed to do?!