Sure, fine. [He sounds a little reluctant, a little bratty, but he agrees.] I won’t tell anyone. As far as they’re concerned I got squished flat by Godzilla.
[Omori's gaze drops to his lap again. He glares, pale forehead wrinkling. The boy's hands grip his pant legs. His words come out childish, petulant, stubborn.]
[A pale hand comes up to wipe something away from the boy's eyes. He shakes his head, stubborn, resolute.]
It's his fault.
I had to...
[It's important to say "sorry" when you've done something wrong, Omori knows, but he didn't do anything wrong. He saved Adam the only way he knew how...]
That's what I mean. [Adam was hurting. He was suffering. He's Omori's friend. Omori promised to keep death far away; he couldn't, so he made it come quicker.
[But it hurt Omori too. Adam didn't entirely mistake his meaning.]
[Omori nods, wiping at his eyes again. He's done crying - not built for that sort of thing, really, though sadness, depression, misery have always been programmed in...]
[Omori stares up at Adam. He's far less expressive than Sunny, who can't be described as "expressive," anyway, even on a good day; still, there's something to that gaze, questioning.]
We're friends. [As if...to confirm.
[Even after that, Adam isn't walking away? It was so easy for everyone else...they didn't even know Sunny was a murderer...]
[Softly, with such uncharacteristic tenderness, with such deep, deep devotion:] He's my boy.
[He hugs himself, cradling Sunny with his own arms, one now mangled beyond all recognition. Omori rocks gently in place, because Sunny feels better when he does.]
[Omori's eyes fall to the arm. Sunny's kept it covered with long sleeves, for the most part, since it happened; Omori has felt infinitely more shame - not argued this. But tonight, he'd rushed into a t-shirt and shorts on his way to find Adam.
[He cradles the arm; glares at it. Something stews deep inside of him. It's Aubrey's fault for pushing him away, and Sunny's fault for being weak, even Adam's fault for throwing him off course, but...
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It's his fault.
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How? He wasn’t even there. Well - not technically, anyway.
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He's weak. He can't run. We would have gotten away.
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Until they caught up with us five minutes later. Let’s be honest, there’s no way we were both gonna make it out of that in one piece.
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It's his fault.
I had to...
[It's important to say "sorry" when you've done something wrong, Omori knows, but he didn't do anything wrong. He saved Adam the only way he knew how...]
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…Yeah, I get it. It was either that or leave me there to bleed out, right?
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[He did straight up die!]
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That's what I mean. [Adam was hurting. He was suffering. He's Omori's friend. Omori promised to keep death far away; he couldn't, so he made it come quicker.
[But it hurt Omori too. Adam didn't entirely mistake his meaning.]
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He can’t really make it better, he can’t say it was all fine and none of it matters.]
Hey, at least you didn’t leave me alone.
[His voice is quieter, more sincere. That - at least - meant a lot to Adam.]
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I won't.
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[He prays it doesn’t happen again. He knows it probably might.]
Same goes here.
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We're friends. [As if...to confirm.
[Even after that, Adam isn't walking away? It was so easy for everyone else...they didn't even know Sunny was a murderer...]
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I'm just trying...to protect him.
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Yeah. I know.
Does he know how much you do for him?
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He hates me.
I hate him too.
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[He says, with a fold of his arms.]
If I hated a guy, I wouldn’t bother like you do.
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[He hugs himself, cradling Sunny with his own arms, one now mangled beyond all recognition. Omori rocks gently in place, because Sunny feels better when he does.]
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But it’s not like he needs to, he supposes.
He points to the mangled arm.]
What happened there?
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[He cradles the arm; glares at it. Something stews deep inside of him. It's Aubrey's fault for pushing him away, and Sunny's fault for being weak, even Adam's fault for throwing him off course, but...
[No. Omori knows that the blame is his.]
Wolves. [He couldn't beat them.]
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[He’s been staring at the arm. He pulls his gaze away.]
Jesus, at least you’re lucky you didn’t die.
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Aubrey saved him. [He sounds very bitter when he says that…
[…but, his hand is curled against his chest, squeezing and releasing open air. He doesn’t seem to notice.]
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[Your? Definitely not.]
His friends, right?
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hehe we can wrap here