[He can't come back, not in this state, not with panic flooding his mind and a looming fear that if he does he'll just... just be his brother's reflection, and little more. He can't do it, he can't, he won't risk being reduced to it... but Karamatsu's words, barely audible to him over the mental static, still weigh with a begrudging sort of comfort on his mind.
He gives Karamatsu a lot of shit for being so annoying, but of all of them, he can trust him to at least try, right?
There's no visible change to the mirror - except perhaps some brief static flickering across its surface - but that mental door creaks back open a tiny bit anyway.]
Hurry.
[He has no choice. There's literally shit-all he can do on his own like this; his entire self is in Karamatsu's hands. Literally. So the least he can ask of him is this.]
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He gives Karamatsu a lot of shit for being so annoying, but of all of them, he can trust him to at least try, right?
There's no visible change to the mirror - except perhaps some brief static flickering across its surface - but that mental door creaks back open a tiny bit anyway.]
Hurry.
[He has no choice. There's literally shit-all he can do on his own like this; his entire self is in Karamatsu's hands. Literally. So the least he can ask of him is this.]