[A memory. The words hit strangely as he comes down from his emotional high, rattling around in his brain.
That's all "that" Rinne is: a memory. He won't ever exist again. Not the Rinne who gave him advice about Jun and performed with him at the beach. Not the one who confided in him about Akan and held him when he cried. The only record of that person's existence is his own memories. And who knows how long he'll be allowed to keep those? Rinne lost his memories, after all. It's enough to make him feel acutely, momentarily hopeless.
But then Rinne sighs and says those last words, and all at once, his chest constricts. It sounded, to him, like acceptance-like Rinne's not throwing out his feelings or denying they could've ever had a bond. And it sounded so Rinne-like, too. After all, wasn't he always saying like things like that? "Gyahaha, you love me, don'tcha?" It's enough to make him realize this isn't a different person. With or without his memories, this is Rinne Amagi, sitting next to him for the first time in months.
His vision blurs with tears, and he gives Rinne a defiant look.]
So what if it does? Whose fault is that?
[And then he breaks eye contact, scrubbing at his face with his hands. He doesn't even have a sleeve he can dry his tears with! How horrible.]
You're still below a lot of people, though. Like Nagisa-kun, Jun-kun, Mary, my family, and my birds. So don't go getting too carried away.
[He speaks while wiping at his eyes. Then he hears footsteps approach—unsurprising, given that he's been making no effort to keep his voice down. But he still gives an exhausted grimace.]
What a pain.
[He glances at Rinne again. It's tempting to tell him to do all the work. But if they do want to beat their opponent...]
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That's all "that" Rinne is: a memory. He won't ever exist again. Not the Rinne who gave him advice about Jun and performed with him at the beach. Not the one who confided in him about Akan and held him when he cried. The only record of that person's existence is his own memories. And who knows how long he'll be allowed to keep those? Rinne lost his memories, after all. It's enough to make him feel acutely, momentarily hopeless.
But then Rinne sighs and says those last words, and all at once, his chest constricts. It sounded, to him, like acceptance-like Rinne's not throwing out his feelings or denying they could've ever had a bond. And it sounded so Rinne-like, too. After all, wasn't he always saying like things like that? "Gyahaha, you love me, don'tcha?" It's enough to make him realize this isn't a different person. With or without his memories, this is Rinne Amagi, sitting next to him for the first time in months.
His vision blurs with tears, and he gives Rinne a defiant look.]
So what if it does? Whose fault is that?
[And then he breaks eye contact, scrubbing at his face with his hands. He doesn't even have a sleeve he can dry his tears with! How horrible.]
You're still below a lot of people, though. Like Nagisa-kun, Jun-kun, Mary, my family, and my birds. So don't go getting too carried away.
[He speaks while wiping at his eyes. Then he hears footsteps approach—unsurprising, given that he's been making no effort to keep his voice down. But he still gives an exhausted grimace.]
What a pain.
[He glances at Rinne again. It's tempting to tell him to do all the work. But if they do want to beat their opponent...]
Shall we ambush them together?