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[heartshutter]

Date: August 26th
From: Minerva

Hello, everyone.

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I arrived home at my temple tonight to find that a shinki of mine, Shouhei Akagi, has apparently gone home.

It looks like he's left some things behind here for his friends, so if you were close to him at all, please come by the temple and get them whenever you like. I know he would definitely want you to have them.

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[heartshutter]

The last time?

[ Tatara knows nothing of this. Enlighten him? ]

I imagine he's going back home, to be with the rest of-- [ he almost said "us". ALMOST. ] --his family.

[chickshades]

When we were kids and he moved.

[ He sounds irritated at that memory, even though he knows, as a kid, you really have no say in whether your parents want to move or not. Maybe his anger is more directed towards the second part of their conversation. ]

He can't go back home! He's dead!

[heartshutter]

[ He seems more irritated than he should be, yes; but then the hurt seems to erupt from Bandou, and Tatara practically has to lay hands on him, trying to still him. He's taller than the god, so they fall somewhere between shoulders and chest. ]

San-chan... [ His head shakes slightly. ] He didn't die, San-chan; he wasn't killed.

[ Tatara knows all about what that looks like, and it doesn't look a thing like this. ]

[chickshades]

He died back home! That's how he ended up here as a shinki.

The idiot went and got himself killed!

[ and since I died first, I wasn't there to save him... is the end of that statement that he can't quite get out. Instead he moves his sunglasses to press a palm against his eyes. ]

[heartshutter]

[ ...oh. He's reflecting, then. Tatara doesn't have much to say to that, really; it's a pure and simple fact. Most of HOMRA's bright flames have been snuffed out -- being here signifies that.

What he can do, however, is try to slip arms around Bandou's neck as he sees the press of a palm's heel to his eyes. ]

Sorry, San-chan... I know you care for him a lot. But everything will work out somehow, in the end.

[chickshades]

[ Bandou doesn't hug back, but instead just lets his head rest against the shorter man's shoulder. He's not crying, really. But he does let out a groan that's somewhere between aggravated and depressed. ]

He never even remembered me...

[heartshutter]

[ Crying or not, that's such a pained thing to see that Tatara can't let it go unnoticed. He'll let himself be that shoulder for Bandou -- whatever he needs -- until everything passes. ]

...aah, he may not have, but he didn't have to to care for you.