He could make his memories, others could make memories of him, and... things like that. That made sense enough to him.
Still, even as he watched, he couldn't help the feeling of apprehension, the nagging doubt, and the desire for someone to be here beside him. He didn't want to do this alone -- he wasn't made to be alone.
"You mean to say it's up to... me. To change things?"
The prick was unexpected. He nearly jerked his hand back, staring down at his wrist in something akin to fear. He hadn't been told anything about that part.
Sign his name.
And then Kay would be safer. His memories would be safer. This... was what he had to do, to live.
He took it. And, with halting, uncertain strokes, laid down the katakana making up his name.
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He could make his memories, others could make memories of him, and... things like that. That made sense enough to him.
Still, even as he watched, he couldn't help the feeling of apprehension, the nagging doubt, and the desire for someone to be here beside him. He didn't want to do this alone -- he wasn't made to be alone.
"You mean to say it's up to... me. To change things?"
The prick was unexpected. He nearly jerked his hand back, staring down at his wrist in something akin to fear. He hadn't been told anything about that part.
Sign his name.
And then Kay would be safer. His memories would be safer. This... was what he had to do, to live.
He took it. And, with halting, uncertain strokes, laid down the katakana making up his name.
カゲロウ