[ It's strange, to feel this kind of anger at people that he cares about.
It's rare for Yuji to get genuinely upset with his peers or his mentors, any of his friends, really. It takes a lot to get him from concern to upset, to prickle at the edge of his anger and bring it out of him - but this has inspired it. He can remember the horror and the hurt, he can remember the strangeness of it, the nausea in his gut, the discomfort, the horror of seeing his sensei's body mutilated in front of him...
And for what? It was barely a few minutes.
Knowing that he had been left out of that plan, that he had been deliberately in the dark, makes him feel just as disappointed and hurt. Logically, he can understand why they might make that kind of plan, and if he sits and thinks it out and rationalises it then he might be okay with it, but right now, seeing it so fresh... Hearing Rika's crying, and knowing his own grief...?
There's not that much he can do other than swallow it down and accept it for what it is. A nightmare, one that came to life, and shook him to his core.
Instead of lashing out at Yuta, he lifts his hand and wipes it across his face, breathing out. ]
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It's rare for Yuji to get genuinely upset with his peers or his mentors, any of his friends, really. It takes a lot to get him from concern to upset, to prickle at the edge of his anger and bring it out of him - but this has inspired it. He can remember the horror and the hurt, he can remember the strangeness of it, the nausea in his gut, the discomfort, the horror of seeing his sensei's body mutilated in front of him...
And for what? It was barely a few minutes.
Knowing that he had been left out of that plan, that he had been deliberately in the dark, makes him feel just as disappointed and hurt. Logically, he can understand why they might make that kind of plan, and if he sits and thinks it out and rationalises it then he might be okay with it, but right now, seeing it so fresh... Hearing Rika's crying, and knowing his own grief...?
There's not that much he can do other than swallow it down and accept it for what it is. A nightmare, one that came to life, and shook him to his core.
Instead of lashing out at Yuta, he lifts his hand and wipes it across his face, breathing out. ]
I said I want to, not that I was going to.
[ Even if it would be deserved. ]
This... I don't get it.