I loved you.

     Plopped comfortably on the bed he glanced at his sister… who seemed to be fascinated by the dull prison wall. That seemed very unlikely, so he figured it must be because she was pulling herself together from falling asleep. That couldn’t be helped, he sighed. No need to force herself even one bit, really.

     Tilting his head when the question was uttered, he then clapped and said, “Yes, of course! If you don’t mind — but don’t force yourself.” Sakigami quickly added, both hands raised slightly as if holding her back to emphasize his words. He never had a particular agenda of activities to be done on his daily visit. What surprise would be there for today, he wondered?

     But wait! There’s something he had almost forgotten - and honestly it’s not a good thing to forget. The Mockingbird reached for his left pocket. As if unearthing a treasure he flailed the striped antidote next to Yosuga’s head. A Candy.

     ”Look what I brought!”

     "Doesn't.... Doesn't Toto need that?" She hummed and accepted it but did not remove the packaging. She instead stared at it dully and refused to use it on herself. After all, she was a worthless being- wandering aimlessly throughout the day, lacking meaning and motive, and yet somehow managing to live by some string of cruel fate.

     She shook her head in response and laid the candy on the mattress. "If Toto doesn't have one, Yosuga shouldn't either..." She confessed, as she pouted.

                                                                           { Yosuga doesn't... }

                                                                                               { have a reason to live anyway. }      

     If one thing was for sure, Toto had more of a will. After all, he was strong, he likely had friends outside the prison- if not inside the prison as well, while she had no family left, nor did she ever attend school prior to being arrested, thus meaning she had no close friends to return to. He was really the only person who gave her the time of day, and yet she couldn't just let him slip away like that. Because of her, no less. She quietly pushed the treasure towards where he lay, as if that would somehow coax him to eat it himself. 

"Well of course I have - but what fun is it to stay there?" Yosuga’s question was met with yet an aloof inquiry. Ever since he learned of the location of her cell, he had been practically stalking her most of the time (’Stalk’ would be a word too negative in connotation than the reality itself, he thought).

Whenever he ambled in to her room she always put on a pout like that, but never shooed him away. It happened too often, it seemed like the normal thing to do so the Mockingbird didn’t really bother to undo the downward tug on his pretend-sister’s lips. Though, was she honestly irritated this time, considering the time of the day?

     "Yosuga doesn't want to sleep," she confessed and crawled up onto the mattress whilst focusing her tired and weary eyes into his own. She could tell by the scars that decorated his once clear skin that he had been in the Carnival Corpse since the last time they had met. It saddened her a bit, and yet she knew he was strong enough and capable of protecting himself. He hadn't lost once- she'd even heard rumour his power was akin to the infamous Wretched Egg.

     Yosuga sat on her heels and looked away, towards the cracks in the wall where she could hide her face from his vision. She could tell she was blushing- her cheeks were burning and she knew it would indicate her feelings to him, which she didn't want at this moment in time. Maybe some day she would be able to confess, but today wasn't that day. It was probable it wouldn't be any time soon, either.

     "Is Toto... going to stay here for the night?" 

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Yosuga has great self confidence... maybe?

"I need to be stronger…I’ll bring a decent amount of shame to my child at this rate." he muttered pushing up from the bar frowning slightly. Picking up the glass he walked over to the sink, placing it into the metal basin before heading towards the door. Looking back longingly at the now vacant bar stool before shaking his head and proceeding to open the door.

Upon opening the door Nagi was able to hear the faint sounds of someone fighting in the distance. Though he was concerned by it he wasn’t sure if there was anything he could do about it…or rather if he should do something about it. His involvement in such a situation….it might end up making things worse. Preoccupied with weighing out the pros and cons of the predicament he didn’t notice that he was no longer alone. “A-ah…” he responded turning his attention to his new found companion, raking a hand through his unruly hair “I see…” he murmured quietly, I wouldn’t mind helping you look for it, just what is it that you’re looking for?” he asked offering an awkward smile.

Hoping that he could be of some help to the strange girl…it wasn’t often that one encountered Yosuga. In fact outside of her Carnival Corpse matches it was almost unheard of. Unsure of what to expect from this encounter Nagi tried to remain positive…perhaps he could learn more about her or even become friends.

     But here she was, standing before a man she didn't know, thinking about these things whilst also wanting to know more about him. "Yosuga wants... to find somewhere to sleep," she explained, hinting that she had finally had enough of all the ruckus. Her head was hurting and she just wanted to be somewhere quiet where she could sleep for as long as she could without interruption.

     The man questioned her once again, and this time she had to think on it for an answer. She didn't see the faces of any of the prisoners, but she wished she had. Then maybe they would have gotten their rightful punishment for always being so destructive and scary. She wouldn't have minded if they just left the planet, for all she cared. But she would never say that to their faces, out of fear they would hurt her, like they had constantly threatened before. Whenever they did land punches on her, she could never fight back. She didn't even know if she cared about herself enough to try and stop them. But Toto had done it for her once.

     Maybe that was when she started to love him?

     Uncertainly, she parted her lips to speak again. "Yosuga doesn't know them,.. maybe?" she explained. "They are always there every night, but I never saw their faces, and no one told me their names..." Her tone was soft and hardly audible; her breathing was so choppy, it was difficult for the average person to decipher what she was saying. But she was trying her best to communicate. It was just hard for her, when she wasn't sure if the receiving end of the conversation would hurt her or not.