a reunion with @null-lied from x
how long had it been ? weeks ? months ? how many ? he had no concept of time where he was, passed between captors like jewels or a weapon. even if he had survived the explosion, the explosion had not been kind to his body. infection was almost completely assured at this point. there had been no chance to recover, hidden in captivity, in isolation. what had become of his team ? he had no way of knowing what had been going on on the outside. he had no way of knowing if any of them even lived. all he knew now was darkness, and chains, and silence. and nothing good ever came through that door. so when the light pierces his eyes, he squints, and tenses, bracing himself for whatever horror is about to come next. and he had never thought, in his 22 years of life, he’d be so happy to see dazai come through a doorway, but he stands corrected today.
he has so many things that run through his mind that he’s dying to say. i need to go home. i need my notebook. i need a hospital. i need yosano’s ability. but even barely conscious, barely alive, he’s diligent as always. ❛ before you start to gloat...❜ a voice hoarse from lack of use (how long had it been?), ❛ tell me the rest of the agency is alive. ❜
