[.......Well, by the time Shingo's monologue is finished, Reira is sitting up, tearstained face in full view and eyes wide. It helps that the stuffed animal cover is gone. He's back somewhat against the wall, the rest scattered quite away while Shingo's face is almost in his own.
It's...not quite the same. But at the same time it is-feeling the fear as the body realizes it's shutting down, deprived of precious oxygen; seeing the eyes widen in the case of the conscious, feeling the futile struggles grow weaker and desperate as the very sensations of fear and despair and agony literally satisfy that craving for another's life.
With the draining of their energy, the extension of suffering, the frantic beating, beating, beating of the heart, he can remember having laughed back then, the sound muted and hidden by the water before it sprang into cackles and he tore out an already dead throat.
...He shakes his head.
And his eyes well up again.] ...I don't want to feel like that...
oh my g od this makes me want yuuri cr even more lmfao
It's...not quite the same. But at the same time it is-feeling the fear as the body realizes it's shutting down, deprived of precious oxygen; seeing the eyes widen in the case of the conscious, feeling the futile struggles grow weaker and desperate as the very sensations of fear and despair and agony literally satisfy that craving for another's life.
With the draining of their energy, the extension of suffering, the frantic beating, beating, beating of the heart, he can remember having laughed back then, the sound muted and hidden by the water before it sprang into cackles and he tore out an already dead throat.
...He shakes his head.
And his eyes well up again.] ...I don't want to feel like that...
...not again...