[ Why would anybody try to comfort Ayabe, don't do that
He moves his hand to touch his stomach again, but that's all he does, the extent of checking himself for injuries before he moves his hand away and settles back on the bed. ]
I don't need to. It doesn't hurt anymore, and I can breathe. This body... isn't even real, is it? Because I'm dead, and so are you, and we aren't supposed to be able to come back.
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Date: 2020-04-04 03:49 am (UTC)He moves his hand to touch his stomach again, but that's all he does, the extent of checking himself for injuries before he moves his hand away and settles back on the bed. ]
I don't need to. It doesn't hurt anymore, and I can breathe. This body... isn't even real, is it? Because I'm dead, and so are you, and we aren't supposed to be able to come back.