[Yosuke doesn't answer her, though, not out loud. He shakes his head desperately and concentrates on the song. It's no good, though. He's already wavering a little with it.]
[Yellow eyes. His eyes. A ghostly liquor store, and a feeling of severe vertigo. Souji, again, like a big damn hero in the fog, all cool and-and who knows, because Yosuke blacks out at that point.]
[And then his eyes aren't yellow, they're just blank and cold, nothing reflected back, like a reptile's, and the blade of a kunai slashes forward, fast-]
[No! That one gets shoved away just as violently as the dark one from before.]
[A funeral, instead-no, the inside of a supply closet, the huff of his breath, too quick- no, the backroom of a department store, a girl smiling and hanging up her apron after work, saying something in Japanese-]
[Blood, and Shika in a puddle of it, writhing-]
[Oh, hell no.]
Out! Get out!
[But he doesn't wait for Nill to get out. Yosuke does it himself, jumping up and bolting for the door of his own apartment, shoes be damned. He knocks his shoulder off the wall, with his eyes squeezed closed that way, but he doesn't even stop to complain.]
[He doesn't stop at all until he's in the stairwell, locked out of his floor because he forgot his keys, and without his shoes or his NV. Tugging at his hair and panting a little, definitely looking undone to the surprised guy who was smoking in the stairwell.]
[Whatever, Yosuke has told that dude like 5 times that it's against the rules to do that, anyway. For the first time, though, the dude actually puts the cigarette out. It freaking figures.]
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[Yellow eyes. His eyes. A ghostly liquor store, and a feeling of severe vertigo. Souji, again, like a big damn hero in the fog, all cool and-and who knows, because Yosuke blacks out at that point.]
[And then his eyes aren't yellow, they're just blank and cold, nothing reflected back, like a reptile's, and the blade of a kunai slashes forward, fast-]
[No! That one gets shoved away just as violently as the dark one from before.]
[A funeral, instead-no, the inside of a supply closet, the huff of his breath, too quick- no, the backroom of a department store, a girl smiling and hanging up her apron after work, saying something in Japanese-]
[Blood, and Shika in a puddle of it, writhing-]
[Oh, hell no.]
Out! Get out!
[But he doesn't wait for Nill to get out. Yosuke does it himself, jumping up and bolting for the door of his own apartment, shoes be damned. He knocks his shoulder off the wall, with his eyes squeezed closed that way, but he doesn't even stop to complain.]
[He doesn't stop at all until he's in the stairwell, locked out of his floor because he forgot his keys, and without his shoes or his NV. Tugging at his hair and panting a little, definitely looking undone to the surprised guy who was smoking in the stairwell.]
[Whatever, Yosuke has told that dude like 5 times that it's against the rules to do that, anyway. For the first time, though, the dude actually puts the cigarette out. It freaking figures.]