[He'd been prepared to do just about anything to save her. Stranger or not, Atsushi was ready to shed any amount of blood, sweat, tears-- Whatever the world wants, he'll do it. Just let her breath! Don't let someone die in front of him like this!
But her suggestion is on a list that Atsushi never knew he had: A list of things he doesn't want to do. Being judged for his sins is hard enough. Putting them in words? That would suffocate him even without confessional booth nightmares--
Oh. But that's what this is. His surroundings make sense now, as does the nightmare situation they're trapped in. If he hesitates any longer, they may both die. And that frightens Atsushi worse than any words that might leave his mouth.]
I- I hurt people! [It's easier to breath already. Not that Atsushi is completely aware of that; Physically breathing may be easier, but his chest feels worse from guilt. He presses his hands against the wall, fingernails digging into its surface. And it hits him, with a degree of horror, that he could have hurt himself trying to bring down the wall. Atsushi doesn't normally think about that, but it's different in this nightmare; His regeneration inflicts his wounds on the people near him now.
He could have hurt this stranger.]
I hurt people by being here... I almost hurt you.
[At least he can breath again. Atsushi falls silent, other than desperate attempts to soothe his burning lungs.]
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But her suggestion is on a list that Atsushi never knew he had: A list of things he doesn't want to do. Being judged for his sins is hard enough. Putting them in words? That would suffocate him even without confessional booth nightmares--
Oh. But that's what this is. His surroundings make sense now, as does the nightmare situation they're trapped in. If he hesitates any longer, they may both die. And that frightens Atsushi worse than any words that might leave his mouth.]
I- I hurt people! [It's easier to breath already. Not that Atsushi is completely aware of that; Physically breathing may be easier, but his chest feels worse from guilt. He presses his hands against the wall, fingernails digging into its surface. And it hits him, with a degree of horror, that he could have hurt himself trying to bring down the wall. Atsushi doesn't normally think about that, but it's different in this nightmare; His regeneration inflicts his wounds on the people near him now.
He could have hurt this stranger.]
I hurt people by being here... I almost hurt you.
[At least he can breath again. Atsushi falls silent, other than desperate attempts to soothe his burning lungs.]