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bakerstreet2017-03-06 09:34 pm
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Goodbyes are inevitable. Maybe someone is moving away, maybe it's that final battle, maybe you can't stand to see this person any longer. They're leaving and this is your final chance to see them, final opportunity to say all those words you've been hiding away.
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GOODBYE
1. FALLING OUT ... You've had a fight. You can't stand to see one and other any more. Let it all out, all that hurt is finally coming to the surface.
2. FORCED SEPARATION ... You don't have much time left. Whether you like it or not, this person is being taken away from you - and you won't be seeing them again.
3. DEATH ... Whether immediate or impending, this person is going to die. Maybe it's the final battle, maybe it's a terminal illness. They're dying and this is your last chance.
4. MOVING ON ... You're graduating. Finished training. Got contracted somewhere far away. Whatever the reason may be, it's time to move on - and it's time to say goodbye.
5. WILDCARD ... Make up your own or combine a few! The choice is yours.
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...But goodbyes aren't always forever. Be it fate or some stroke of luck, you're about to be reunited. Maybe it's just a short time later, maybe it's years later - somehow, someway, they're back.
REUNION
1. IN PASSING ... Who was that you just passed on the street? Didn't they look awfully familiar?
2. SURPRISE ... Someone has just shown up on your doorstep. How long has it been since you've seen that face?
3. IT'S A MIRACLE ... They lived. By some stroke of fate, they've lived. Or maybe you're meeting in the afterlife? Whatever the case may be here they are, waiting for you with open arms.
4. LOST & FOUND ... Everyone else thought it was impossible; they were dead, lost, gone. But you've never given up hope. Now that you see that face again, it's all worth it.
5. WILDCARD ... Make up your own or combine a few! The choice is yours.
byakuya togami • dangan ronpa
more like togaymi-- death even tho we said forced seperation tbh
He's willing to admit to dire.
Naegi's clothes are stained with more of Togami's blood than his own, but he can definitely feel a distant burn in his left leg, where his pants have glued themselves to his skin with stickiness. His ankle screams with every instant that he puts pressure on it, but he can't afford to pay any attention to that.
After all, Togami is not standing up on his own any time soon.]
We're almost out. I think if-
[Naegi cuts himself off; drags the both of them backwards and around a corner. They're here, too. That was the last exit. His eyes dart from left to right as he tries rapidly to bring a new plan to mind. Something slides down his temple to drip from his jaw.
He's not giving up.]
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Or maybe his tolerance is high, and he's simply flooded his system with the sensory equivalent of thousands of whiskey chasers. Comparisons to alcohol come easy in stressful situations, but his mind is too scrambled to come up with any coherent metaphor.
Moving seems like too much effort expended for a task that seems a thousand miles away. It's pathetic--that's the best way he can put it, because any man who wasn't pathetic would have long been standing, helping, escaping, doing a million other things that need doing. He must be truly useless, then. It would feel better if his tears abated, he thinks, but that doesn't stop them.
He holds on to Naegi's sleeve with something close to a dead man's grip, an ugly mix of blood and tears running down his cheeks. Even the simple thought of standing is enough to send phantom pains up his legs and through his body, and so he says the thing that makes the most sense to him:]
I'm sorry.
[He repeats it dozens of times, barely audible.]
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A moment of silence passes before the words belatedly click together in his mind, and suddenly the most pained part of his body is his aching chest.]
Togami...
[Hushed. Worried. He doesn't know what else to say. What can make this better? Naegi presses a hand over the top of Togami's where it digs harshly into his arm, and rubs at it soothingly with his thumb. It's a useless gesture, it's not going to do anything to help him- but Naegi does it anyway. He needs to know he's still there. They're still together.
There's a doorway further down the corridor that looks like it leads to a maintenance closet, or something similar. A storage room, maybe. Whatever it is, it's good enough to buy some time. He does his best not to jostle Togami too much, while simultaneously moving as fast as possible towards it. Once inside, he closes the door and carefully (gentle, slow, inching, there we go) sets Togami on the floor, propping him up against a wall. Every time he so much as makes a noise, Naegi feels it rattle his insides like a punch to the gut.
There's a lot of blood. There's so much. He wipes a hand across his forehead and feels the mark it leaves. Bile rises in his stomach, but he forces it down. Togami. Focus on Togami.
Naegi crouches beside him on his knees, and presses a hand up against the others chest. His spare hand finds Togami's fingers, winds his own between them.]
The exits may be blocked, but I'm sure there's a rescue coming. Alright?
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But he does feel, and he pulls himself away from the edge of unconsciousness, focusing on the real things that he knows exist. Naegi. The wall. The floor. Nebulously, he also exists, but including that begs the question of for how much longer. He's spent a lifetime obsessed with death; he knows how close he is.
He holds on tight to Naegi's hand, eyes squeezed shut.]
You know nobody's coming. Not for me.
[It's a fact Togami knows Naegi won't ever accept, because he is inherently hopeful, not inherently logical. The benevolent Foundation couldn't spare the immediate resources to save two failing fuck-up members, nor would they want to. Eventually, sure, but not fast enough. Oddly enough, the thought calms him.]
I'm sorry.
[That's more involuntary yet more heartfelt, voice breaking.]
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[He doesn't sound mad, or like he's on the verge of breaking down. He's sure. Togami won't die here. Maybe he has no chance of convincing him- that's fine. Naegi will just have to believe it twice as hard, enough for the both of them.
But the certainty and determination bubbling in Naegi's veins freezes over at the sound of Togami's voice breaking. A thread in him pulls tight and begins to fray at the edges.]
Why do you keep saying that, Togami-kun?
[He lifts his hand from the other boy's chest to cup it ever so gently against his cheek. ]
This isn't your fault.
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So: he reaches up to cover Naegi's hand with his own, voice edging quietly towards insistence.]
It became my fault--my res-responsibility-- when you refused to accept it. I'm not going to make it out of here.
[The fact is easy enough to accept, but any of its implications grow distant in his mind. Vacantly, he summons up enough thought to address even one thing out of a pool of potential thousands.]
Don't let anyone be nice about me just because I'm gone. Nobody likes me. Let that be the same.
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Frustration mounts in Naegi's chest, and his lips form a thin line as Togami speaks. So he really is apologizing for nothing, carrying the weight of a responsibility that there is no use for. Let it go, he wants to insist, but he knows deep down that no words can make that happen. In a way, it's almost funny. They have always both been so mired in their own personal views of the world. Apparently, some things never change.
His voice is small.]
I like you.
[A petty argument taking the place of the larger one he really wants to make. If Togami is wrong about this, he can be wrong about the rest. Right?]
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But Naegi likes him, and while that should make him feel better, it just makes his heart hurt worse.]
You know what I meant. Nobody else. I hate false sympathy.
[Vaguely, his mind wanders to other things as he tries desperately to stay conscious and present in the conversation, voice shaking almost too hard to be intelligible.]
I'm not a good person.
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Naegi presses in close to his side. Togami's shirt is sticky with blood. He laces their fingers back together again, and the gesture seems more firm this time. Steady and decided.
Or maybe he's just trying to convince himself that it is, in the wake of Togami's shuddering voice.]
Yes, you are. Nothing you say can convince me otherwise. I know you, Byakuya. You're good.
[Naegi hasn't noticed yet, but he's crying, too. They just need to wait another five minutes. Another two. They'll be here soon.]
You make me happy.
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How could he make someone happy? The concept is foreign but the fact is undeniably true, showing in Naegi's smile every time they talk or even pass each other. Naegi isn't smiling now, and Togami isn't sure how to fix it.]
Ah.
[He can't think to say anything other than that for several empty moments, so he absently guides Naegi's hand to his own face, a silent plea to not be alone.]
Thank you. It's an honor.
[It's a stupid thing to say, but he's beyond caring about things as petty as that.]
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The words sound too final for his liking, and it's difficult to think of an appropriate response that isn't optimistic enough that he's sure it'll just set Togami off again.
So he doesn't speak. He leans in, and he presses his forehead against Togami's, and he holds his gaze. Right here. He's staying right here.]
Keep your eyes open, okay? Stay awake.