[... Is there a breeze? Rin pretends there is one. He imagines he is back where he last remembered being home - or close to home. He remembers walking towards an old swing set and falling into it, then --
-- then he's here, in this terrible school. Didn't that happened when he played hide-and-seek? Wasn't he in the halls, bleeding out, in ... in pain ... and then he woke up back in that classroom? Dammit, he thought about it again.]
It wouldn't. [Because that's what happened last time, right? When he played that game? He could of sworn he was back home and maybe Father Fujimoto was waiting for him in the other confessional instead of that - that thing. Rin grits his teeth and wills the memory away. It wouldn't do to think of it now, or ever.]
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-- then he's here, in this terrible school. Didn't that happened when he played hide-and-seek? Wasn't he in the halls, bleeding out, in ... in pain ... and then he woke up back in that classroom? Dammit, he thought about it again.]
It wouldn't. [Because that's what happened last time, right? When he played that game? He could of sworn he was back home and maybe Father Fujimoto was waiting for him in the other confessional instead of that - that thing. Rin grits his teeth and wills the memory away. It wouldn't do to think of it now, or ever.]
...That's only the physical stuff.