[ From his room, Aoba hisses in a sharp inhale and exhales a soft groan. Another consciousness forces itself through the vulnerable openness of his connection. It wedges inside the fractured pieces of his mind, but it does nothing to fill the holes left by the missing members of Adara. The fact that only makes the aching worse. It takes a moment for him to recognize the new presence as Nirad, a frantic and familiar noise giving him away. ]
Nirad? What are y
DESTROY
ou doing? That's hurting me more an
D E S T R O Y
d this headache is only going to hurt you back too. Ple
YOU CANNOT REPLACE HIM
ase... stop.
[ The voice, that other part of him he so rarely acknowledges, that he refuses to acknowledge even now, grows louder with the pain. Louder still, above Nirad's signature presence. Aoba sinks back down in his bed and curls inwards, gripping a pillow tightly to his chest. There's blood in his mouth, (he thinks - is it his?) and blood behind his eyes as what little light he can see flashes red. ]
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Nirad? What are y
DESTROY
ou doing? That's hurting me more an
D E S T R O Y
d this headache is only going to hurt you back too. Ple
YOU CANNOT REPLACE HIM
ase... stop.
[ The voice, that other part of him he so rarely acknowledges, that he refuses to acknowledge even now, grows louder with the pain. Louder still, above Nirad's signature presence. Aoba sinks back down in his bed and curls inwards, gripping a pillow tightly to his chest. There's blood in his mouth, (he thinks - is it his?) and blood behind his eyes as what little light he can see flashes red. ]