[Yosuke groans quietly from where he is, pained and miserable and concerned. He scrambles backwards at Shika's approach, not wanting to fight. He can't even grasp what he sees in his head. The pain is physical somehow, but it's so much worse than that. The room spins a bit, either from Nill and her inner screaming or from the sucker punch to the gut those memories -holy shit, that's what they were isn't it? Memories oh shit- Oh, shit.]
[He doesn't know how his back got pressed to the wall, or how his hand got pressed to his mouth, but Nill is far away suddenly. He can't decide if he's making it better or worse, but he's trying too hard to keep his own rising panic down. Shadow or not, that was...true. Even now, it's true. Yosuke closes his eyes, trying not to move or breathe until he can-until he can just think. Nill needs them not to panic. He makes a quiet, nauseated sound in the back of his throat, but he crawls closer again, ready to help.]
She's thinking-remembering-about him. I mean me. Him. The-his shadow. He...shit.
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[He doesn't know how his back got pressed to the wall, or how his hand got pressed to his mouth, but Nill is far away suddenly. He can't decide if he's making it better or worse, but he's trying too hard to keep his own rising panic down. Shadow or not, that was...true. Even now, it's true. Yosuke closes his eyes, trying not to move or breathe until he can-until he can just think. Nill needs them not to panic. He makes a quiet, nauseated sound in the back of his throat, but he crawls closer again, ready to help.]
She's thinking-remembering-about him. I mean me. Him. The-his shadow. He...shit.