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entranceway2013-08-18 09:13 pm
masukukunai) wrote in entranceway2013-08-18 09:13 pm
18th side; video
So... This is an event, right? Everyone's acting so weird, and that lady that showed up before...
[Yousuke's been having a particularly hard time with this one. He has memories, years worth of memories here in the mansion that suddenly feel like they don't exactly line up, with what people have been telling him and the theories they've worked out. And yet what he knew before, memories of his world-- they had to be true. The emotions he had then and the emotions they caused now couldn't possibly be fake.]
[Terrible things had happened. Terrible things because he wasn't good enough. Strong enough.]
[He's acting completely different than usual. The normally cheerful, bold and pushy Yousuke has given way to a sullen and shifty-eyed individual. Depressed, and unsure, like he can't even trust the words coming out of his own mouth.]
We know everyone else isn't right, but we're convinced we're the same-- how is that possible? Are we being tricked?
[Very quickly, that mistrust turns into shaky anger.]
I don't-- I don't like being messed with! Don't fuck with me! I want answers!
[Yousuke's been having a particularly hard time with this one. He has memories, years worth of memories here in the mansion that suddenly feel like they don't exactly line up, with what people have been telling him and the theories they've worked out. And yet what he knew before, memories of his world-- they had to be true. The emotions he had then and the emotions they caused now couldn't possibly be fake.]
[Terrible things had happened. Terrible things because he wasn't good enough. Strong enough.]
[He's acting completely different than usual. The normally cheerful, bold and pushy Yousuke has given way to a sullen and shifty-eyed individual. Depressed, and unsure, like he can't even trust the words coming out of his own mouth.]
We know everyone else isn't right, but we're convinced we're the same-- how is that possible? Are we being tricked?
[Very quickly, that mistrust turns into shaky anger.]
I don't-- I don't like being messed with! Don't fuck with me! I want answers!