[It's easy to understand why she'd be so heartbroken over it. There's a sense of belonging there. It's something he can't quite grasp, but he's always chased after hungrily. Rabidly, even. When Souji had accidentally introduced Yosuke to a new world, he'd clung tightly, with all he had. That was something special that they shared. Though, he supposed, that was gone now too. And it certainly hadn't been a home. He can't imagine how it must feel to finally find something like that, and then have it ripped away.]
[But he can see it. He's been watching it happen to Nill all along. That sharp, angry feeling that twists in his guts every time something hurts Nill takes a stab at him again, so hard that he wraps his good arm over it and doubles up a bit. It makes him angry, so angry he shakes a little. How is it that such awful shit can keep happening to the same people, over and over? It's not fair.]
[He knows he's not a part of that. he knows that he doesn't belong in that little apartment with the good vibes, try as he might to squeeze in and fill one of those holes. He'll always be the wrong shape for it. The wrong guy. But maybe...maybe he can find some way to make something feel good for her again. It would probably be easier if he wasn't a walking ghost to her, but that's a problem for later. For now, he understands what the matter is. He just needs to think of a way to make it more bearable for her.]
Come with me, then. My world isn't perfect, but there are nice things there.
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[But he can see it. He's been watching it happen to Nill all along. That sharp, angry feeling that twists in his guts every time something hurts Nill takes a stab at him again, so hard that he wraps his good arm over it and doubles up a bit. It makes him angry, so angry he shakes a little. How is it that such awful shit can keep happening to the same people, over and over? It's not fair.]
[He knows he's not a part of that. he knows that he doesn't belong in that little apartment with the good vibes, try as he might to squeeze in and fill one of those holes. He'll always be the wrong shape for it. The wrong guy. But maybe...maybe he can find some way to make something feel good for her again. It would probably be easier if he wasn't a walking ghost to her, but that's a problem for later. For now, he understands what the matter is. He just needs to think of a way to make it more bearable for her.]
Come with me, then. My world isn't perfect, but there are nice things there.