[ Honestly, if not for the fact that he had his gloves on, he may very well have actually seen everything. It's good that both his glove and the nerf to his empathy are in place, or holding Hibiki's hand would be a much greater inconvenience than comfort in this moment.
At her question, he shakes his head. ]
It's hard to describe. With regards to my emotions, I feel like I'm holding onto a balloon in a hurricane. There's debris everywhere, and the noise drowns out my own voice. But I have to hold onto that balloon, or I'll be swept away into the storm.
That's about as good as an analogy as I can provide. Unfortunately, it doesn't translate all that well to keeping my sets of memories separate. Rather than a balloon in a hurricane, it's like watching two rivers meet in a lake. As the bowl slowly fills, the waters are bound to mix and mingle until one becomes indistinguishable from the other.
[ Kaito looks away. He has yet to release her hand. In fact, he's holding on tighter than ever, to the point that his fingers are starting to quiver. His next words come out in the quietest of murmurs, but Hibiki will hear them loud and clear in her mind, like a gale cutting through mist. ]
...If only I had an anchor...
[ But just as quickly as the wind comes, it dissolves—leaving Kaito to nervously scratch at the back of his neck with his free hand.
Uh oh. His identity as a Noodle Gangster is still supposed to be secret. Idiot. Just because she's your Soulmate— ]
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At her question, he shakes his head. ]
It's hard to describe. With regards to my emotions, I feel like I'm holding onto a balloon in a hurricane. There's debris everywhere, and the noise drowns out my own voice. But I have to hold onto that balloon, or I'll be swept away into the storm.
That's about as good as an analogy as I can provide. Unfortunately, it doesn't translate all that well to keeping my sets of memories separate. Rather than a balloon in a hurricane, it's like watching two rivers meet in a lake. As the bowl slowly fills, the waters are bound to mix and mingle until one becomes indistinguishable from the other.
[ Kaito looks away. He has yet to release her hand. In fact, he's holding on tighter than ever, to the point that his fingers are starting to quiver. His next words come out in the quietest of murmurs, but Hibiki will hear them loud and clear in her mind, like a gale cutting through mist. ]
...If only I had an anchor...
[ But just as quickly as the wind comes, it dissolves—leaving Kaito to nervously scratch at the back of his neck with his free hand.
Uh oh. His identity as a Noodle Gangster is still supposed to be secret. Idiot. Just because she's your Soulmate— ]