[After he returned back to the citadel from his... death? Revival? Yamanbagiri kept to himself as he thought about what happened. The tension, worries and the fear, the urge to kill just to live. How he just died at night.
And found himself waking up a few days ago, very much alive and weak. But alive. He have heard about it, how death doesn't seem to be permanent for monsters like them. But he never consider what to do if--when--it's his turn. On one hand, he's alive and he's grateful for it. On the other hand, the circumstances didn't make it easier for him to accept it.
Although he's been keeping to himself, at least as far as telling everyone what happened to him, Yamanbagiri's taken to helping out (as always) with the chores inside the citadel and opt against his nightly outings for a while. Both to distract himself and to avoid pushing his body too much. At least until he's physically well enough to head outside at night again.
But maybe... he should go out at night less often? Sometimes while doing chores, his gaze and his hand might briefly go down to where the gunshot wounds are. The bullet's gone, but the scar remains. Like a physical reminder that someone killed him.
Killed him. That green harpy, who he suspected is Nemesis Sudou. And then there's the fact that his comrades would be aware of her name, ever since he showed his hand with her name marked on it to them. Not just his comrades, but also Horikawa.
A thought came to him, causing him to start searching for his brother. His ears were twitching, trying to pick up any sounds Horikawa may have made. He also try find and follow any fresher scent left behind by him, too. But whether Horikawa is working (his most likely guess) or not, Yamanbagiri quietly approaches his brother and speaks.]
... Brother, are you free? I want to talk about something.
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And found himself waking up a few days ago, very much alive and weak. But alive. He have heard about it, how death doesn't seem to be permanent for monsters like them. But he never consider what to do if--when--it's his turn. On one hand, he's alive and he's grateful for it. On the other hand, the circumstances didn't make it easier for him to accept it.
Although he's been keeping to himself, at least as far as telling everyone what happened to him, Yamanbagiri's taken to helping out (as always) with the chores inside the citadel and opt against his nightly outings for a while. Both to distract himself and to avoid pushing his body too much. At least until he's physically well enough to head outside at night again.
But maybe... he should go out at night less often? Sometimes while doing chores, his gaze and his hand might briefly go down to where the gunshot wounds are. The bullet's gone, but the scar remains. Like a physical reminder that someone killed him.
Killed him. That green harpy, who he suspected is Nemesis Sudou. And then there's the fact that his comrades would be aware of her name, ever since he showed his hand with her name marked on it to them. Not just his comrades, but also Horikawa.
A thought came to him, causing him to start searching for his brother. His ears were twitching, trying to pick up any sounds Horikawa may have made. He also try find and follow any fresher scent left behind by him, too. But whether Horikawa is working (his most likely guess) or not, Yamanbagiri quietly approaches his brother and speaks.]
... Brother, are you free? I want to talk about something.