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Anywhere But Here (Mitsuko)
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Nov 14, 2017 1:20:32 GMT
"Ugh. Seriously?" Isaac let out a frustrated huff as his holosuit denatured into ominous looking red pixels, leaving only an Impmon behind. "These things can make you look like a house, but I can't even look like myself? Are you kidding me?"
"Isaac, please, calm down!" Elliot said, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder to try and ease him. "I know we thought this'd work, but it's just a setback, right? I'll think of something to tell everyone. I promise. And you'll be back to yourself before anyone even gets a funny vibe."
Isaac sighed, sitting down against the wall of the Terminus Mall's gizmo and gadget shop. "That's gonna be too late," he said, voice morose. "I know we've sneaked a lot past Mom lately, but you think she seriously won't notice her own kid coming back home? And what about work? How long can you just keep calling out on my behalf before I get fired? And our friends . . . and Mai . . ."
"We could buy a No-Clone-"
"Oh, sure, let's have Maia date the robot!" Isaac threw up his hands in exasperation, before sighing and pressing them against his temple. "Ugh. Sorry, bro. It's just getting to me, you know? Knowing that I might not end up getting to be me ever again. And some not-me just walking around town's gonna raise more questions than it answers. I know you just wanted to help, but . . .
We should just forget it."
Those last parting words just kept bouncing around in Elliot's head as he checked into the Shibuya Medical Ward. His head was heavy. His heart was pounding harshly in his chest. His arm, fresh from knocking D-Evidramon's head off in the headspace, felt like it wasn't even a part of his body. He had no idea what to do, where he should go next, or who he could even talk to about this. Moreso than anything, he was just lost. Isaac had always been the one with direction from day to day, with Elliot following in his footsteps. What was he supposed to do now?
Apparently, his answer to that was to confirm there wasn't anything wrong with him. His arm feeling like little more than static and fuzz, and being incapable of any real movement, was a really, really bad sign. If there was some way the hospital could just pop it back into place, that'd be ideal. If not, at least a chance to get away from everything would honestly be perfect. Thinking hurt. Feeling hurt. Elliot just wanted a nice, overly firm bed and some featureless white walls to focus all of his energy on. No visitors, either. The best case scenario for Elliot right now would be a total escape from it all.
Of course, there was one flaw with Elliot's plan. Who was blue, and white, and all over the hospital?
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Post by Mitsuko Kaioh on Nov 17, 2017 4:12:14 GMT
Blue, white, and all over the hospital? That's easy! Mitsuko exited the elevator, with a holosuited Patamon... or well... Tenchi, as his 'human' form was called. "Just remeber Pa-er-Tenchi. Best behavior."
Patamon rolled his eyes, as he ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah yeah. I got ya." He waved the other hand in the air dismissively, as they walked towards the third floor nurse's station. They had already signed in at the reception hall, and had a Volunteer Badge pinned to their shirts. Patamon had to admit to himself, it was strange not being so... furry... that explained why Mitsuko was so cold all the time. Mitsuko talked with the head nurse, to get their marching orders so to speak. Patamon leaned against a wall one hand jammed in his pocket, the other ruffling his hair. His cross necklace sticking out of his mouth, chewing absentmindedly.
"P-Tenchi!" Mitsuko exclaimed, as she grabbed his arm and shuffled them around the corner. "Don't mess with... that." Her deep blue eyes darted from his, to the necklace, then back to his eyes.
"Oh. Yeah. Right." Patamon said as it fell back onto his chest.
"Oh...Yeah... Right?!" Mitsuko's voice rose an octave, as they began to approach the first door. "And how would we go about explaining..."
"Alright. Sorry!" Patamon raised both hands in defeat as Mitsuko rolled her eyes. "Seriously, I... forgot. Really. I'm not used to... this. I'm sorry."
Mitsuko raised an eyebrow, but decided his apology was genuine. "Alright. Let's go. Our first patient in room 307." Mitsuko gestured towards the door. Patamon opened it, sweeping an arm intending for Mitsuko to enter first. She began to enter the room, her eyes on her partner as she strode past him. "My, how gentlemanly of... Elliot!" The silverette's eyes fell upon the frail body resting upon the bed.
"Elliot? What does he have to do with..." Patamon walked in after Mitsuko, well more like walked into Mitsuko as his eyes finally registered who's room they were in.
"Elliot." Mitsuko said softly, her bell-like voice matched her graceful movement as she took the seat beside him. "What happened?"
Patamon closed the door behind him, leaning against it for safe measure. His eyes gazed around the empty room, thus prompting for the current million dollar question. "And where's Isaac?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Nov 18, 2017 7:20:16 GMT
Apprehension filled Elliot's entire body as he saw the doorknob of his room start to turn. What was going on here? Nobody knew he was in the hospital, so it wasn't like there would be anybody visiting today. He wasn't supposed to be seen by any caretakers for at least another ten minutes, too. Who could it possibly be? His eyes darted around the room, Elliot desperately trying to see if there was anything else explaining this situation. Another bed, for a guest coming in soon? A note that he had missed? Maybe a full trash can that a janitor was supposed to come around and clean soon? There had to be some sort of explanation for this, right?
The explanation came as Elliot listened more closely, hearing an all-too-familiar voice as the door opened a crack. For a second, Elliot told himself that he was just going crazy. He was just hearing a familiar voice because he was still shaken up from yesterday. Then the door opened a bit wider, and the tone and sound of the voice became unmistakable. Mitsuko was here, and she was going to see Elliot in his most raw condition. He looked around, more nervously his time, wondering what the heck he was even supposed to do.
He answered that question by promptly flinging the covers over himself, trying his hardest to hide away from Mitsuko.
It didn't seem like he had much luck hiding, though. Mitsuko had pointed him out almost the second she set her eyes on him, and while Elliot tried to keep hiding he knew it was just going to earn him a major lecture. It was mere seconds before he gave up the ghost, peeking out from the covers pitifully. Naturally, he made sure to cover his messed-up arm, as well as pretty much the majority of his body. It was basically his small, exhausted-looking face poking out from the bed, weakly trying to smile up at Mitsuko and the figure with her. Her brother?
"H-hey, Mitsuko," he said, trying to force a smile. It did not look very convincing. "How are you doing?"
It wasn't very long before the two started asking Elliot questions, the vocal tone promptly outing the other figure as Patamon. Namely, they were the two questions that Elliot least wanted to hear: what happened, and where was Isaac? He averted his eyes from Mitsuko, mumbling softly to himself as he tried to figure out just how to voice his feelings. It was all too much, too soon, too fast. He couldn't talk about this. He couldn't find the words even if he wanted to. What was he even supposed to do here? Tears started to form in the corners of his eyes as the weight of the matter collapsed onto his shoulders. "I . . . " he said, trailing off weakly.
Why did they have to find him here?
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Post by Mitsuko Kaioh on Nov 19, 2017 1:51:10 GMT
Mitsuko blinked a few times in disbelief as Elliot grabbed two handfuls of the hospital sheet and abruptly ducked beneath them. As if it would cause him to disappear. Or maybe there was something else he was implying. Perhaps he didn't wish to see her because he was upset or didn't like her anymore. Maybe he realized something that had been gnawing at the darkest corners of her own psyche. Everyone she cares about, everyone she comes into contact with, meet some form of an unfortunate event. She's a jinx. Mitsuko didn't realize her hands had clenched so tightly, until she registered the pain of her fingernails digging into the soft parts of her palms. She blinked away the tears that seemed to form at the corners of her eyes, due to the pain or inner anguish she couldn't honestly answer. Perhaps it was both?
Slowly the silverette cleared her throat, she hadn't been invited in. She had to admit, she did barge in on Elliot. Slowly she stood up casting a quick glance at Patamon who just shrugged. She had secured her bag onto her shoulder preparing to leave, when a soft voice broke through the fog in her mind.
"I... I'm okay." She said, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. She turned around and looked at Elliot. He had ducked out of his makeshift hiding place, gazing up at her with that exhausted face. Her eyes studied his features for a moment. His carefree and innocent like charm had completely disappeared, as did the sparkle in his eyes. What was left behind was a frail body, dull eyes that were haunted by Digi-Gods only know what. She knew she should say something but her voice was blocked by the lump in her throat. She turned back towards her partner.
Thankfully Patamon knew to step up. "Yeah, she's not the one in the hospital. You are."
Yeah, step up and put a foot into his mouth. Mitsuko blushed shamefully before she cast yet another glance at Elliot. She registered the pain within his eyes. Something had truly hurt him. Whatever it was had cut him deep within his soul, leaving a void behind. It was as if a part of him had been ripped away violently. At the sight of his tears, and the sound of his voice faltering, Mitsuko pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down. Slowly she raised her hand towards Elliot's face, she hesitated clenching her hand into a fist momentarily. Perhaps he didn't want to be touched. Before she could even register that thought, her hand gently rested upon his cheek, she resisted the urge to wipe away his tears with her thumb. "It's okay to cry. You don't need to talk about anything you don't want to. But..." Mitsuko felt her own eyes tear up as well. She hated seeing Elliot like this. Whatever hurt him had better be long gone, or there would be a zealous fury awaiting their future.
"You're not alone." Patamon finished Mitsuko's sentence as he locked the door. Slowly he brought a hand up and disabled his holosuit. A soft clatter of the badge hitting the floor was the only sound before Patamon landed lightly into Elliot's lap.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Nov 21, 2017 0:07:25 GMT
Elliot blushed in shame as Patamon added his two bits to the subject. He was completely right. Elliot was here, traumatized, injured, and hiding from basically everyone he knew and loved. Despite all of this, though, Elliot still didn't think he was the one who had any right to complain. "Yeah. I am," he said, trying not to sound too troubled by what Patamon had to say. "But, I mean, hey. It could be worse." In any other context, that could have been a pretty decent joke. Between Elliot's haggard features, dull eyes, and frail smile, it seemed less like a joke and more like a call for help. Just what worse was weighing on Elliot's eyes?
It seemed like Mitsuko picked up on it, at least. She sat down next to him, then started raising a hand towards him. Considering that the last thing to touch Elliot was the horrible rending claws of D-Evidramon, Elliot couldn't help but flinch away from Mitsuko. Then he felt her hand rest on his cheek with an almost feather-like gentleness, and his worry forced itself back into his stomach. He almost leaned into Mitsko's hand as she rested it against his cheek, sighing wearily. Sure enough, once she mentioned that it was okay to cry, the tears started to roll down his face. He was way too worn down to resist the urge, even though in most circumstances he'd feel awful about having to cry in front of someone he cared about.
That's right. There were people he cared about here. He gently patted Patamon as the batpig nestled into his lap, a gesture both surprising and surprisingly welcome. Nevertheless, there was something dearly missing from this package. "I . . . I don't know about that," he admitted, averting his gaze away from Mitsuko and towards the ceiling. "I mean, I'm not alone-alone, but . . ." His voice trailed off and the tears gathering in his eyes continued to flow, the loss of his brother still all too clear in his mind.
"How did you find me here?" he finally asked, hoping to distract himself from having to think about the loss of his brother any longer.
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Post by Mitsuko Kaioh on Nov 27, 2017 16:15:39 GMT
As Mitsuko watched his fragile face crack beneath her touch, she wiped Elliot's tears with her thumb as they started to spill over. He had acknowledged that he wasn't alone, but what was he hiding? "Oh Ellie" Mitsuko whispered softly as she gently leaned over and for a moment rested her head against his. It was as if she wished she could magically pull the thoughts out of his head, to know what was truly going on in there. With Elliot's latest question, Mitsuko pulled back, removing her hand from his face. She noticed the wetness upon her own cheeks for the first time. So she had shed a few tears of her own after all. She didn't recall that happening. Quickly she wiped them away, her throat was thick with emotion. Patamon then decided it was time to take control of this situation, as he nuzzled against Elliot's arm, trying to get a pet or two. Hey, nothing beat pets right? It made everyone feel better! And his fur was the softest. As he nuzzled himself against Elliot's arm, trying to prod him into petting, he revealed the reason why they were there. " Oh, that's easy. Suki-chan's dad is a doctor here. So she volunteers to help bring smiles and happiness." Patamon basically purred as he finally rubbed his back into Elliot's arm. Yep, that was the spot. right between the front shoulder blades. "Yeah... Its like my second home..." Mitsuko's voice trailed off, as she finally was able to compose herself. "I know, I'll sing you a song." Mitsuko dug into her bag and pulled out her phone. After a moment or two, she finally brought up what she was looking for. "I'm doing a competition in a few weeks for Mugen Academy, the theme is taking a popular song from another country, and making it into your own." Mitsuko then placed the phone upon her lap. "I hear this song is really popular in America right now." "Ooooh!" Patamon sat up a bit more as he realized which song she was going to preform. "Can I sing too? I know this one!"
Mitsuko nodded her head. Patamon was a great singer, she guessed her own musical talents rubbed off on the Digital Monster. Which was great, it made their bond even stronger. Mitsuko gave Elliot a soft smile as she hit the play button, and soft piano music filled the room. Both partner's closed their eyes as they recalled their earlier practice sessions. For whatever reason, they seemed to sing better together that way. It was as if they were able to harmonize easier because no sight enhanced their hearing. Or something. Well, that is what they felt anyway. Soon, Mitsuko's bell-like voice filled the room, crooning in a sultry club songstress style of a song.
"We are searchlights, we can see in the dark We are rockets, pointed up at the stars We are billions of beautiful hearts And you sold us down the river too far
What about us? What about all the times you said you had the answers? What about us? What about all the broken happy ever afters?"
Mitsuko and Patamon were just getting started, but then something truly amazing happened. Their voices met in perfect melodic harmony, as their voices blended together.
"What about us? What about all the plans that ended in disaster? What about love? What about trust? What about us? We are problems that want to be solved
We are children that need to be loved We were willin', we came when you called But man, you fooled us, enough is enough, oh
What about us? What about all the times you said you had the answers? What about us? What about all the broken happy ever afters?
Oh, what about us? What about all the plans that ended in disaster? Oh, what about love? What about trust? What about us?
Oh, what about us? What about all the plans that ended in disaster? What about love? What about trust? What about us?
Sticks and stones, they may break these bones But then I'll be ready, are you ready? It's the start of us, waking up come on Are you ready? I'll be ready
I don't want control, I want to let go Are you ready? I'll be ready 'Cause now it's time to let them know We are ready, what about us?
What about us? What about all the times you said you had the answers? So what about us? What about all the broken happy ever afters?
Oh, what about us? What about all the plans that ended in disaster? Oh, what about love? What about trust? What about us?" Mitsuko opened her eyes to gauge the reaction that she would get from Elliot. Hopefully he liked the song. Perhaps she was going to do well in this competition. Or perhaps he would hate it, and try to tell her politely that she should try another song, or even a different style! Patamon however kept his eyes closed, and busied himself trying to get more pets. Even if it was just him rubbing up against Elliot's arm.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Nov 28, 2017 4:30:22 GMT
Elliot didn't know how he ended up in this situation. His day since leaving the Sea of Blood had all melded together into a horrid blur. Isaac was there, and then he was gone, and then he was there again, and then he was gone for good. He had gotten home at some point, somehow, probably by just flopping down onto the Trailmon until it took him back. He had made his way to the hospital and checked himself in with sufficient distress to avoid attracting attention. And now he was here, Mitsuko wiping his tears away, pressing her face against his, and worriedly calling him a name he had never heard before.
Needless to say, in any other circumstance Elliot would probably be a blushing mess right now. However, he was too numb for even this to register. Instead he simply looked up worriedly at Mitsuko, noticing her own tears pooling in the corners of her eyes before she quickly swatted them back. "You're crying," he said, voice almost sounding matter-of-fact as he looked up at her. "I . . . Mitsu, please." He gently reached up to pat the hand that was currently caressing his face, eventually letting his hand rest softly atop hers. It almost seemed unintentional, as if he was too tired to let his hand drop. "I know you're worried, but I don't want to make you sad today, too. I'll be fine. I promise."
Those were big words for someone who couldn't really move one of his arms right now. Patamon may have rubbed against it in vain for hopes of pets, but Elliot's arm simply laid there unresponsive. He took his hand off of Mitsuko's to start petting Patamon properly, but it was a rather noticeable switch. "She does a good job of that," he said, smiling weakly.
At mention of a song, Elliot's ears perked in interest. He looked up at Mitsuko and Patamon, listening as their voices harmonized.
The singing itself was phenomenal. Mitsuko had a voice like a bell, even if the lower, sultry tone that she took seemed like a surprise coming from her. Patamon, too, was surprisingly good for someone as excitable as Kuu. Had it been any other song, Elliot would have been able to drift off without a care in the world, letting Mitsuko and Patamon's singing carry him away.
This one was different, though. The song itself had a melancholy tone, but it was the lyrics themselves that jabbed like needles into his heart. Immediately, his head started to fuzz over as he tried to think just what Mitsuko meant by it. The dark part of his brain, still on guard after the horrid day he had, almost had a feeling that it was an accusation. Was he letting Mitsuko down by not opening up? Or was this supposed to be a reassurance, telling him that it would be okay to let off whatever was weighing on his chest? Or maybe it wasn't about his situation at all. Mitsuko was seriously earnest, and there was no way she'd make up a fake singing competition just to pick Elliot's brain. And then there was the fact that she kept singing about "love" and "us", and there was also the fact that all Elliot could think about was his own "us" being left behind in the Digital World. It was a whirlwind.
He tried not to let the tears flowing down his face show, shifting to look at Mitsuko with his head in his hand just so that it would cover up one of his cheeks. "Your voice is really beautiful," he finally said once the song had ended. A sad, fragile smile crept onto his face as Elliot tried to find the other words he was looking for. "And you . . . really know how to pick a song."
That was one way to describe it.
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Post by Mitsuko Kaioh on Jan 4, 2018 3:17:18 GMT
Elliot's words ripped a hole deep within Mitsuko's soul. He didn't want to make her sad. He was the one, literally fighting for life in the hospital. And he was thinking of her? Mitsuko sighed softly, as soft blush creeping upon her cheeks as she remembered the soft way in which his hand had lain upon hers.
Patamon, however, noticed nothing strange. He was cute, furry, got to cuddle, got to sing, but most importantly he got pets and scratches. Yep. All was good here. Except something seemed to nag at the back of his mind. It was important. Yet, somehow it didn't seem importan---oh yeah. Elliot hit a sweet spot. Patamon's hind leg kicked in response.
Mitsuko however tried to not notice Elliot shifting away from her. Perhaps he didn't like the song after all. Or perhaps she chose something he didn't like. She knew she should have played her violin! At least that everyone seemed to enjoy.
"Oh... er" Mitsuko stammered as Elliot finally said her voice was beautiful, and she knew how to choose a song. "No.... not really." Mitsuko finally realized what seemed so strange. Elliot was reaching across his body, almost uncomfortably, to scratch Patamon. Her eyebrow raised as she reached out and pulled her partner away. Patamon's eyes flew open immediately, and he opened his mouth to protest, when Mitsuko cut him off.
"Elliot..." She said softly, as she put Patamon's necklace back on him. "Whats wrong with your arm?"
Oh yeah! Patamon finally remembered what was so important. Elliot was in the hospital. And Isaac wasn't there!
"And you never answered me... Where's Isaac?"
Well, you could only distract a one track mind with scratches for so long.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 4, 2018 20:31:32 GMT
Shit.
Elliot let out a small alarmed noise as he realized that he was spotted. He tried to move his other arm to show that it wasn't hurt or anything, but unfortunately he was still completely unable to. Maybe he was able to shake his shoulder a millimeter, but it was far from a convincing display of his ability to move independently. Briefly his brow wrinkled in frustration, but he tried to swallow that back down. He needed to look as peaceful and non-suspicious as possible so that maybe Mitsuko wouldn't keep pressing. He couldn't tell her. Not after how bad it was . . .
"My arm?" he repeated, as if he didn't even notice the state his own body was in. "Oh, please, don't worry. My arm's fine." It was the biggest combination of truth and bald-faced lie that Elliot had ever told. However, it really was the truth. The events of the mission had all taken place in a mental upload of sorts. If someone was to investigate his arm, they would find it didn't have a single thing wrong with it. Rather, it was more like his body had completely ignored his arm's existence, reacting like it didn't even have an arm. Elliot was sure all of the necessary motion would return soon, but for the time being nothing was really working.
If the mission had been real, how badly would he have fucked up his arm?
Patamon's question was a lot harder to dance around. Elliot looked down at the ground, trying to avoid both Patamon and Mitsuko's gazes. "He . . . " Elliot started, trying to find the best way to word this. "He's still in the Digital World. He's a little bit busy right now, sorry."
No. He couldn't leave Mitsuko just waiting for that long. "A long bit, really," he added. "There's a lot he needs to do."
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Post by Mitsuko Kaioh on Feb 1, 2018 3:12:12 GMT
A woman's intuition is their greatest asset. That is what her mother once said, when she was young. Something about this entire situation didn't feel... right. Elliot's arm, the lack of Isaac, Elliot's protests that everything was fine, but most importantly something continued to nag at the back of her mind. Could it all somehow be interconnected? Mitsuko chewed the bottom of her lip, nervously. She closed her eyes, and tried to think.
The ticking of the clock lulled her back to school, her Calculus Professor explaining that every problem had an answer. However, to reach that answer you must have all the pertinent data. She could see Isaac in her head, he wouldn't just leave Elliot. Especially if Elliot was hurt. Could the monster that did this still be out there? Could he be hunting down that creature, and putting his own life at risk? Was Maia aware of what her boyfriend was up to? Was Alicia? They were a team! Someone should know something! And the one who held all the keys was unwilling to let them go.
Slowly her eyes opened, however she gave a brief start, as she hadn't realized she had leaned so closely to Elliot. She could see the dark circles under his eyes. They also looked red, and slightly poofy from their earlier tears. A deep pain was held behind them. What happened? His face seemed alright, maybe a mark here and there. Her eyes hesitated upon his lips for just a moment, before a slight blush was brought back to her cheeks.
"What are you doing?" Patamon inquired, as his paw booped Mitsuko's nose.
She almost jumped out of her skin. She had totally forgotten Patamon was there. After a few moments Mitsuko cleared her throat and leaned back into the chair, as Patamon snuggled deeper into her arms. Either Elliot didn't want to tell her, or couldn't. Either way, it hurt her deeply.
"I see." Mitsuko's usually warm bell-like voice was cold and flat. It was painfully obvious that Elliot, currently, didn't trust her. So, she did what she did best, shut herself off from others. "Well. That is problematic, isn't it."
Yeah, problematic was just the beginning.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 1, 2018 4:59:49 GMT
Elliot wasn't exactly the most socially aware person sometimes. He was caring and helpful, true, but the littler cues had a way of escaping his notice. Maybe he was just naive, or maybe he was just oblivious. Whatever the reason, this often lead to him missing hints that others might pick up on or even find obvious.
This wasn't a hint. This wasn't subtle. The way Mitsuko's voice turned to ice, and she lost any inflection in her voice, frankly scared him. He'd be lying if he said he had encountered Mitsuko a ton of times before, but even the relative few times they've seen each other didn't change how almost unnatural her transformation seemed. She was a font of warmth and vibrancy who volunteered at hospitals and risked her life for relative strangers, not . . . this. It almost scared him, especially because Mitsuko had been perfectly fine before coming in to visit him.
Elliot's eyes were downcast as guilt and shame swirled around inside of him.
"W-wait," he stammered, as if afraid Mitsuko would be leaving the room any second now. "I . . . I know I'm being really stupid about this. And you don't deserve it. At all. You came to visit me, and you checked in on me, and you even sang, and I've just been like . . . this. Its not fair. I get it. But . . ."
He sighed, drumming the fingers on his good hand against his kneecap. If there was any rhythm to it, a musician like Mitsuko would've been able to pick it up just at a glance. Instead, if she looked she would only notice the off-beat meandering of anxious reflexes. Elliot was clearly having a struggle with himself here, and as he squeezed his eyes his brow almost seemed to wrinkle in frustration.
After a few seconds he took a deep sigh and opened his eyes. There was a tiny spark of life behind them, but they were still so dulled over. "What do you do when you make a promise to someone?" he asked. "Someone really, really important to you. Someone you'd do anything for. Who's done anything for you. Who's always been there, no matter what. And then someone else really important wanted you to break that promise? What if you were afraid no matter what you said, someone was going to get hurt? What if . . ."
He tried to take a deep breath, but there was a slight shallowness again. "What if you don't know when, or if, you'll see them again, and your promise is all you've really got left?" he finally said. His voice was straining. It was clear that everything inside of Elliot was yearning to talk to Mitsuko, but something even stronger was holding him back. Hell, just saying that last question was making tears mist up in the corner of his eyes.
Elliot didn't realize that the torture wouldn't stop when he left the Reaper's domain.
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