The voice of memory whispered in the back of his mind, seductive and smooth, '- there's a beautiful mirror, magical, if we can lift that we'll go down in history...'
A soft grunt of acnowledgment was the most Kurama got, though a gentle shake motivated blue eyes to slit open just enough, shadow ringed with a bone-deep exhaustion. "I remember," a soft breath in and he pressed forward, ignoring how his own filth stained up Kurama's eternal white purity. It'd always been that way, only now it showed externally. His mind had gone morbid, they said being locked up for long periods of time drove a man to madness but he'd never believed he'd fall prey to such.
"Shoulda listened, ne ...? Y'aren't coming, are you." He swallowed with an audible click, breathing in like it hurt, "y'aren't. I'll have to figure a way out of here, I have to. Can't let you think I died like that. 's my fault, my burden, not yours."
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The voice of memory whispered in the back of his mind, seductive and smooth, '- there's a beautiful mirror, magical, if we can lift that we'll go down in history...'
A soft grunt of acnowledgment was the most Kurama got, though a gentle shake motivated blue eyes to slit open just enough, shadow ringed with a bone-deep exhaustion. "I remember," a soft breath in and he pressed forward, ignoring how his own filth stained up Kurama's eternal white purity. It'd always been that way, only now it showed externally. His mind had gone morbid, they said being locked up for long periods of time drove a man to madness but he'd never believed he'd fall prey to such.
"Shoulda listened, ne ...? Y'aren't coming, are you." He swallowed with an audible click, breathing in like it hurt, "y'aren't. I'll have to figure a way out of here, I have to. Can't let you think I died like that. 's my fault, my burden, not yours."