He sort of remembers departing. It's not clear, it's more like one of them dreams you don't got much control over. But considering what they'd seen not too long before his leaving, when he wandered out in the fog for far too long- he doesn't think he knew what was happening, but if he had it wouldn't have been too surprising.
This, though? This is surprising. Instead of a rush of air into frozen and feeble lungs, his extremities thawing, he feels about normal (the average sort of rickety that comes from wear and tear and not too quickly recovering from death).
But he's in that stupid blue hoodie, his pack considerably heavier with a load of belongings inside of it, and he drops it as he stares at the train in confused bewilderment.
"What in the deep-fried hell just happened?"
a new room - Cabin U2:B
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He'd gotten used to a decent-sized bed. For other people? It'd been months. For him? Overnight he finds himself having to scootch into one of them sardine can beds again. He's already lamenting that, but then he hesitates as he looks at the names on the door his ticket has burdened him with.
Oh, well he'd seen he was back, and he'd been glad of it 'cause he'd been honest when he'd told Kaiba that he'd rather it be him that was gone rather than the big... what was he? Dootch? Dutch? He was from the Neverlands he remembered that. Wait, Neverlands? Yeah, pretty sure that's right.
And he'd accepted that the divide between them was too big but there's that little hair of pride in him that know has to cope with the knowledge someone with that kinda dignity is gonna likely see him being straight-up sloppy garbage. He looks up at the ceiling and, to the train, gratingly drawls, "You better have some goddamn hard liquor somewhere on you."
GONE - dining car
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It doesn't take him too long to see how alone he is. Raven? Gone. Kyoko? Gone. Soldat? Gone. Aziraphale and Crowley? Gone. Tobirama? Mito? Kitty? T'challa. Just so many goddamn people leavin' a hole in his heart that, should it gather water? He'd just drown in it. Sure he's got a few supports left, but they feel like slender structures of balsa wood that can only keep him upright for so long.
He's not sure when the snap happens, but he's thrown two glasses against the wall and has a chair over his head, ready to smash it on the table. A wave of anger hits him as rough as any blast from a bomb.
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This, though? This is surprising. Instead of a rush of air into frozen and feeble lungs, his extremities thawing, he feels about normal (the average sort of rickety that comes from wear and tear and not too quickly recovering from death).
But he's in that stupid blue hoodie, his pack considerably heavier with a load of belongings inside of it, and he drops it as he stares at the train in confused bewilderment.
"What in the deep-fried hell just happened?"
Oh, well he'd seen he was back, and he'd been glad of it 'cause he'd been honest when he'd told Kaiba that he'd rather it be him that was gone rather than the big... what was he? Dootch? Dutch? He was from the Neverlands he remembered that. Wait, Neverlands? Yeah, pretty sure that's right.
And he'd accepted that the divide between them was too big but there's that little hair of pride in him that know has to cope with the knowledge someone with that kinda dignity is gonna likely see him being straight-up sloppy garbage. He looks up at the ceiling and, to the train, gratingly drawls, "You better have some goddamn hard liquor somewhere on you."
He's not sure when the snap happens, but he's thrown two glasses against the wall and has a chair over his head, ready to smash it on the table. A wave of anger hits him as rough as any blast from a bomb.