[Nagito’s words were true - Sunny’s own account wasn’t what had happened. Only the aftermath, only what he felt. And yet… how could he even begin to put into words what had happened? How much it had hurt, how frightened he had been - so much more than before?
He couldn’t.
Thankfully - maybe mercifully - Sunny’s own propensity to be out of tune with the rhythm of conversation saved him: Nagito continued talking.
Except… Sunny shook his head. Nagito hadn’t mentioned being sick. And he seemed healthy when they were here - well, they were all dead already, and Sunny knew better than to take first impressions as a sign of ‘health’ (his own, physical and mental, was still questionable, despite what others might consider a mild-mannered, well-behaved child).
He felt awful. He didn’t want to lie to the other teen, but at the same time he didn’t want the conversation to loop back on himself - to things that he couldn’t quite say. Instead, those lost words hit something in him.
If he had… given in to any one of his own darker moments… how long would it have taken? Would anyone beside his mother - gone from the house for the time being - have noticed? Would… anyone have cared?]
Hinata-kun… Souda-kun… [Those two names slipped from Sunny’s lips, dry and hoarse from nerves. Nagito… had mentioned them before. His acquaintances. They lived together mind you he didn’t know they lived together on an island. They surely would have noticed… and cared. Sunny had a hard time putting that into words, but he hoped the names would jar something in Nagito himself.]
CW: brief past suicidal ideation
He couldn’t.
Thankfully - maybe mercifully - Sunny’s own propensity to be out of tune with the rhythm of conversation saved him: Nagito continued talking.
Except… Sunny shook his head. Nagito hadn’t mentioned being sick. And he seemed healthy when they were here - well, they were all dead already, and Sunny knew better than to take first impressions as a sign of ‘health’ (his own, physical and mental, was still questionable, despite what others might consider a mild-mannered, well-behaved child).
He felt awful. He didn’t want to lie to the other teen, but at the same time he didn’t want the conversation to loop back on himself - to things that he couldn’t quite say. Instead, those lost words hit something in him.
If he had… given in to any one of his own darker moments… how long would it have taken? Would anyone beside his mother - gone from the house for the time being - have noticed? Would… anyone have cared?]
Hinata-kun… Souda-kun… [Those two names slipped from Sunny’s lips, dry and hoarse from nerves. Nagito… had mentioned them before. His acquaintances. They lived together
mind you he didn’t know they lived together on an island. They surely would have noticed… and cared. Sunny had a hard time putting that into words, but he hoped the names would jar something in Nagito himself.]