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[leggierissimo]

[And there it is. Josh immediately deflates at that, the apology driving the fight out of him and driving more of those fake memories away. The more he dwells on the things that are true, the less he truly believes the lies that the fog had implanted in his head. The more he truly remembers. The more he realizes that the Truth meant what it said.

He hesitates, then takes a few steps forward, settling to his knees on the floor in front of where Neku sits and reaching up to take his hands. He tucks his wings against his back, and above his head, his halo spins slow and blue.]

... I know. And I'm sorry, too, because I've done the same thing to you, more than once. I really have no room to be upset when it's the same decision I've made for you multiple times over.

[unlivinglegend]

[he almost tells him not to worry about it. He forgave him already. But that wouldn't be completely true, would it? So instead he squeezes his hands]

Fuck no, you have every right to be pissed. Let's just say were both pricks.

[leggierissimo]

It takes one to know one, I suppose.

[He chuckles softly, but then sighs and... tilts forward to rest his forehead on one of Neku's knees.]

I... fell into someone else's memory. A void, with a voice. That's how I found out.

[unlivinglegend]

Ah... that sounds familiar. Pure Vanilla?

[leggierissimo]

[Ah. Neku, too?]

Yes. You... saw it, too, then, I take it.

[unlivinglegend]

Yeah. Got a big bowl of cold Reality for lunch.

[leggierissimo]

Mm...

[So did he. But he doesn't have to say that.]

I... hope it helped. In some way.