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"Um. Kozukata Yuri."
"At the tone, please record your message. when you are finished recording, you may hang up, or press 1 for more options. To leave a call back number, press 9."
"Um. Kozukata Yuri."
"At the tone, please record your message. when you are finished recording, you may hang up, or press 1 for more options. To leave a call back number, press 9."
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I wonder how many people died. [Either in the groups, or in those places. A lot of groups seemed to run into ghosts.] So far there's no answers. Just more questions. Typical.
The ones in the prison starved to death mostly, I think. It was a lot of memories and feelings all at once. My stomach still hurts.
[The phantom pains of starvation; she's hungry, but looking or smelling food makes her feel nauseous. It's finally starting to fade away, but even now she was just nibbling on crackers to keep her stomach calm. Fun.
It killed me, he says. She stares at the words. 'Again?' she almost asks.]
I didn't know death would be like that. I don't know what to think now. [It had been something she sought, a fine line she tread between wanting to live or die, and it had been tipped. She'd experienced both but was no closer to making a decision on this than she had been before.]
Did you come back alright? I know sometimes coming back means some kind of 'penalty.'
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Using your powers hurts you?
[He'd seen her clutch a hand to her stomach after she'd seen his memory of death, and had dismissed it an unconscious twitch of the fingers.
...gods, though, it hurt her? Reliving the deaths of others hurt Yuri? And suddenly his stomach hurts.
He doesn't know what to write back. His mind's blank and it's not peace that fills it.]
I'm fine. [Coming back was a penalty in itself. --no, that's just melodramatic. Maybe. Damn.] Nothing's changed with me if that's what you mean. [And there's a voice in his head saying that if there's a penalty, he'd like to know what he'd be dealing with. Neji doesn't fret about it; it's always been with him and he always got his answer- the genius of goddamn Hyuga. Keep pushing your luck and eventually--]
Death is simple. Coming back isn't.
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Yeah.
That's not really common knowledge, is it? She never thought to explain it exactly and she feels a little guilty.] Yes. I feel everything the person felt when I experience their memories or their deaths. [She's quiet a moment, wondering if there's anything she can say to make this better--] When it's a spirit like that, taking on their suffering puts their souls at rest and allows them to move on. It's a small price to pay to help. [-- Well probably not that.
Oh Well.]
I'm glad you're alright. [There's nothing more to say there, she figures. He's right, obviously, in more ways than one.]
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I'm sorry.
[The bridge of his nose is stinging and his throat is feeling sour and falling back on his bed to rest the tension in his back and shoulders is all he can do to keep the world from spinning.
And well- damn, he already sent that message and isn't sure he can get it back.
So Neji's glad this exchange is through text and all its irritating, infuriating quirks. He doesn't feel so ashamed to suck in a deep breath and close his eyes for a second. Just a second.
Had he already asked if she was fine? What if he pressed Send again, while scrolling through older messages? --he hates this.] You're braver than I'd ever be. [He sends it anyway.] Do you need anything?
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[And it's not, it's really not. She looks away and sighs. Brave? Everyone keeps telling her that but...] Just a friend. You're doing a good job.
[It feels strange still to consciously refer to people as friends. But, well, they call each other by their first names so they must be some sort of close even if they're prickly at each other]
But really, don't be sorry. I used to hate this power, but lately I've found ways to make it useful. I can't complain about that.