#v.future

He was able to peacefully go into recovery with hopes of being able to blend in once more to normal society. Hizashi had been gone for years, forced to be a weapon used against heroes by the league. Multicoloured eyes looked down at his clawed hands as he sat on the couch in Shouta’s apartment.

This was...weird. He didn’t expect the commission to have some sort of pity on him to have him be watched over and placed into care—but once he started to remember more (no thanks to the commission forcing him to remember) he was...pretty much himself again. Other then the physical attributes given to him by that doctor, anyway. He’d have to learn to live with those. However, work still needed to be done.

“Y’sure you’re alright with this, man?” He finally spoke after not speaking the whole way here, not bringing his gaze to look at Shouta whatsoever as he stared at his clawed hands. His tongue ran over his sharp teeth idly. He still felt like a monster. He had to live with all the horrible things he was forced to do. It was hard. He would have rathered be put out of his misery that have to be a burden on Shouta.

He has been pretty much avoiding people all day and all night. The nomu gives a soft huff, curled up in the blankets of his bed and giving out a loud, frustrated noise.

He’s not doing too hot.

There was a long pause as the nomu stared at him. Things had gotten better in the pain department. Himei had remembered more—more of Hizashi was starting to slowly poke through. He sat there—in bed—after waking up from being out cold for several days from one of his episodes. Another memory coming to light.

Hands clasped together. He looked down as his brows furrowed.

“It ain’t...your fault...” he rasped, eyes closing briefly. He remembered. He remembered that they wanted Shouta—and Hizashi did everything he could to prevent that. Even if that meant death. Even if that meant he became...this.

We are human, after all.

“...Y’can’t look at me ‘n say I’m not, man.”

This happened a lot during his state of recovery. He was able to talk to and see other people with less episodes happening from uncovering memories. However, the more that Himei learned who he was—the more guilt there was. There was also a lot of emotional pain now—rather then the searing mental pain he’d feel before.

How many lives did he take, being their tool?

How many innocents were lost by his hands?

Multicoloured hues looked down at his hands, tongue gliding over sharp teeth. A reminder.

“Look at my teeth, man...my eyes...” there’s a growl that radiates in his throat and he can feel the implants in his next vibrate from the sound. He unzipped his jacket, pointing at the implants.

“Look at this, man! You can’t...tell me that a monster doesn’t...LOOK LIKE THIS! SOUND LIKE THIS—“

His voice had come a long way, but it was still raspy. Hoarse. A sigh escaped his lips and he fell into his seat, not bothering to look at Shouta anymore.