[ The send button is not pressed without hesitation. And "fine physically" is a stretch of its own, he's been really bad at taking care of himself as soon as he returned on top of their already sparse food from their journey. At least for a while, he'll be able to excuse it as that when he sees anyone who's on Retrospec. ]
[His eyes are glued to the screen, waiting for the response. Snippets of the conversation come back: Thanatos, end of the world, permission for his friends to kill him. Ryoji had better not allowed that to happen.]
[ His breath is heavy, the pressure in his lungs feeling like he ought to soon burst.
Releasing the text after long minutes and a hard bite to his lower lip, he feels no different in the weight of his conscience than before. That would be too easy, huh. ]
[Okay, good. He was worried that Ritsu had cut off all contact and was about to do something stupid. Whatever happened, Mohammed believes Ritsu is not the one at fault. Monsters, anomalies, Retrospec killed Ryoji.]
You shouldn't be alone. Where are you? I'll be right there.
[ Well, he's right Ritsu is doing stupid things. Those stupid things were a process however, such as abandonment of a lot of basic self-care like eating and sleeping. The more dramatic actions like breaking objects are yet to come. ]
[ Ritsu doesn't know if he truly can, with either request. As such, he leaves them hanging after reading them. Counterproductive to the plan to not get anyone to worry about him, but he didn't want to be dishonest either. His morals were definitely in the most chaotic spinning wheel they've ever been in his life.
He thinks to apologize to Mohammed later, whenever he works up the nerve, if it even happens. For now he lies in bed and shuts his eyes again. ]
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Are you alright?
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I'm fine physically, but
you heard about Ryoji?
[ The send button is not pressed without hesitation. And "fine physically" is a stretch of its own, he's been really bad at taking care of himself as soon as he returned on top of their already sparse food from their journey. At least for a while, he'll be able to excuse it as that when he sees anyone who's on Retrospec. ]
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I haven't heard from him in a month.
Ristu, what happened?
[His eyes are glued to the screen, waiting for the response. Snippets of the conversation come back: Thanatos, end of the world, permission for his friends to kill him. Ryoji had better not allowed that to happen.]
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Releasing the text after long minutes and a hard bite to his lower lip, he feels no different in the weight of his conscience than before. That would be too easy, huh. ]
It's my fault.
It's my fault he's dead.
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What?
Ritsu, are you there?
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Where else would I be?
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You shouldn't be alone. Where are you? I'll be right there.
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No, I think I should be.
[ Stay away before he hurts you. ]
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Ritsu
I'm not going to ask what happened, but I want you do be safe.
Please, where are you?
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I won't do anything. It's okay.
[ Why were people always so stubborn about caring? Ritsu grimaces, putting his phone down. His next reply, if there is one, won't be as immediate. ]
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Do you promise?
If you need anything, please let me know.
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He thinks to apologize to Mohammed later, whenever he works up the nerve, if it even happens. For now he lies in bed and shuts his eyes again. ]