thekissoflife

((Note that Fuuka doesn't yet have a bird to take written messages, so any threads here will initially be a private telepathic conversation between Fuuka and your character.))

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From:

lackofprotein

[Eventually, though, when Fuuka moved to sit down, Shinji flopped down across from her. His face darkening considerably as she continued, and that lightning behind him died down to a small rumbling.

He was only partly paying attention, in terms of Ryoji - something about Nyx. Parts of him in leader, a choice between living with memories or killing Ryoji to have an easy death. More Persona bullshit that he couldn't quite understand because, as much as Fuuka did her best to explain, there was still a lot of questions.

Questions he didn't truthfully want answers to, because he knew it wasn't worth asking. But he could tell, as much as he was personally finding it difficult and hard to understand - Fuuka was the one that had to live through it all.

Something that settled in his mind, making his expression shift into one of solemn acceptance, as he finally let his eyes drift from where'd they been fixated on the table. Frowning, when Fuuka finally revealed what their leader had to do - and what he had to give up, in exchange for the rest of them to continue living peacefully.

It was fitting, in a way. The type of person he was, and though there was an obvious flicker of saddness at the news, Shinji couldn't help but feel a wave of respect that finally caused the cloud to mellow into quiet snowfall again.]

I'm sorry, Yamagishi. I didn't realize how much - I wish I had asked sooner, but after what happened I couldn't - [He stops, when noticing he was just kind of speaking in broken thoughts, and just gives a sigh. His hand already moving to rest against his forehead while he tried to process any of that.]

... Tch. What a fucking mess.

From:

thekissoflife

[When the explanation finally comes to an end, Fuuka lets it hang for awhile, closing her eyes as she remembers their leader. Finally, she opens them, and lifts her head.]

...but it's all gone now. The Dark Hour, the Shadows, Nyx... Everything's back to normal.

...well, we still seem to have our Personas. But now that everything's as it should be, there's no reason for us to use them anymore. Not back at home, at least.

[It was a hard fought victory, with devastating losses along the way. But they still won, and Fuuka thinks that's important to remember. All the people who'd lost their lives along the way died protecting someone. Their losses were not in vain.

She smiles a little though as an afterthought, and shakes her head.]

Anyway, don't worry about it. Arriving on Empatheias is very jarring. It was for me... I imagine it must be even moreso for you. [Shinjiro had known he was going to die, had accepted it and awaited it. And then he was abruptly alive.] So... any sooner would have been too much, I think. [With such a thing as everything that had happened after his death, combined with suddenly being alive and in a completely new world, how would have Shinjiro possibly been able to focus on either? Now things had settled, and at least begun feeling normal.]

...I was taken from a few weeks after that. When I came to Empatheias, his death... was still very fresh and raw. And my emotions ran rampant... [She's not sure what line of thought caused her to continue on like this, about her personally, but now that she's started she's commited.] I couldn't control the way they manifested in the world. Someone with an unusual power was able to help me, though.

[Now she really doesn't know where she was going with that and falls silent, cheeks tinged pink a bit in embarrassment for telling Shinjiro such aimless things.]

From:

lackofprotein

[His face is briefly hidden, cradled by the hand concealing his expression in shadow as his elbow rested on the table. Quietly listening, or perhaps trying to reflect and sort out everything that Fuuka had told him - honestly it was hard to tell, at this point.

Part of him still couldn't believe that so much had happened after everything with Ken, he figured maybe something might have gone wrong, as he knew about Strega and their determination to stop SEES but... the literal apocalypse? That was so dumb even he couldn't help but see it as a cruel joke - but no, Fuuka would never do that to anyone.

Her words had been sincere, as they always were, throughout the whole conversation - but after hearing everything and the results of leader's self-sacrifice, it was like a weight had been lifted off his mind. His worries about back home, every time he saw Fuuka, or the general questions on whether or not the rest of them had been able to take down Strega without any more causalities, was finally answered.

And for once, Shinjiro looked more relaxed than he had in a very long time.]

I'm... glad. [It's short, and quiet, but it's a comment that has so much relief lingering onto it, that the snow around him morphed into tiny spheres of light, as he finally moved to sit up properly.] Sounds like you all got a lot stronger when I wasn't looking... tch, guess I'll have to try and catch up while I'm here.

[A pause, then, as his expression became a little more serious.]

I don't know if it'll mean much coming from me, but... I'm proud of you all. Really. You did well, Yamagishi.

[Then he smiled, one that was very faint, but as guarded as he was about showing his emotions - he wanted to make sure Fuuka knew that much. He may not have been able to be there for them, or fight with them in those last battles (something that was more frustrating than regretful), but knowing that they all survived - leader excluded - made it where he couldn't help but be a little happy about their accomplishments.

And perhaps, one day he might be able to run into their leader and express his gratitude. That he was able to keep the other's safe. If not here, then... well, he'll cross that bridge when he came to it. For now, he'll push those thoughts to the back of his mind and finally take a sip of the tea that had seemed to warm to his touch. A stark contrast to the frost, for once, as he gave a small nod when it came to Empatheias.]

I'll deal. May as well make the most of the extra time I have, you know? Makes it a little easier, knowing that you guys won't be getting into so much trouble anymore. [Didn't mean he wouldn't keep an eye on them if any showed up while he was here, but that was to be expected.] But if you ever have anythin' else troubling you, don't be afraid to pull me aside and tell me. Got it?

Hell, and if you can't tell me, find someone you can. [Then, muttered after taking a sip from his tea.] Probably be better at helpin', anyway.

From:

thekissoflife

[There's something that shifts in Shinjiro's demeanor when he says those two words, something that makes him seem gentler, and it's not just the snow turning into light. And goodness, his emotions really are on display... But his gentle words ease Fuuka, and she relaxes.

Right up until he says he's proud of her. She startles, eyes wide and a blush rising up to her cheeks. She hadn't expected it at all, and for him to make it so personal, too—!

She ducks her head, tucking her hair behind her ear.] U-um— thank you.

[Her response is a bit flustered, more automatic than anything, but then, Fuuka has never been good at receiving praise. When Shinjiro continues talking, she looks up and fights down the blush... she'll have to give his praise more proper consideration later.

And he's offering to help her, too. That helps that blush drain away, and she relaxes again, smiling warmly in response.]

Okay, senpai. I will. Thank you.

From:

lackofprotein

Glad to hear it. [It's all that he has left to say on the matter, and even if he did have more to add, the sight of lights from the corner of his vision was enough of a distraction to stop him. When he realizes it's coming from him, that brief look of confusion was just as quickly replaced with a glare. Of course there would be lights - how could he have forgotten?] Dammit, this stupid crap again.

[Shinji will close his eyes, then, to concentrate... before eventually, after some effort, the spheres would disappear and revert the room back to it's usual brightness.]

Anyway, it's late and I've taken enough of your time. So, unless there's anything else you wanted to talk about - I'm pretty beat.

[Moving to awkwardly rub the side of his neck, before he's giving a quick look towards the Spa's exit again. Wasn't like he'd be able to sleep now, after everything they talked about, but he didn't really want to admit that to Fuuka either. It's just that part of him really needed the fresh air, and spa or not, a walk would probably do him some good.]

From:

thekissoflife

[She watches his reactions, giving a small, sympathetic smile.]

Don't worry, it gets easier to control over time.

[She waits patiently as Shinji dispels the lights, then nods at his words. It was getting quite late now, and she'd likely be tired tomorrow, but that was alright. She felt like she would sleep easier tonight than she has been for the past few days.]

I'm sleepy as well. [She rises from the table and nods to Shinjiro.] Good night, Aragaki-senpai. I'll see you tomorrow.

[With that, she turns and makes her way upstairs to her room, feeling relaxed in a way she hasn't in quite awhile.]