[ to absolutely no one's surprise, ichiban wastes no time in bringing tomi over to the healing spring after cyoa return. he, of course, isn't letting the lack of a left arm hinder his dedication to his bro, even if it does mean he kind of unceremoniously dump tomi at the side of the pool.
there's a moment where he hesitates at the water's edge, wondering... like... if taking off your homie's clothes before dumping him in some magic water is acceptable or not... eventually, he decides to at least peel off tomi's fancy top to let him see what that totally-not-concerning business at his shoulder is about before rolling him into the pool.
... while he's here, he decides to take off his clothes (UNDERWEAR ON BECAUSE WE CAN'T RISK PYRAMID HEAD!!!) and hop in the water himself. even if it won't regrow his arm, it'll still be nice to take a dip. now to wait for tomi to wake up... ]
[ it takes a minute, but after some hacking and coughing he comes to with a start.
i completely forgot about this during return, but there's a set of key (the old iron kind) that ichiban would've seen when he was tomihandling earlier. it's not like, important, i just need to remember that i forgot.
he isn't even his usual jumpy cat self. he's just so... tired and defeated once he realizes where he is. mercifully, his injuries aren't terrible. bruised face, another on his torso, though the worst is the deep wound on his shoulder, which definitely would have inhibited use of his arm if he were not being magically healed.
Chi-chan? [ ... ] This place must really be starting to turn violent against us—y'know, more so than harvesting our souls for ritual sacrifice or whatever. Because it used Sacchan against me, too, a couple weeks back.
[ when tomi drops that last line, ichiban's voice catches in his throat. without even consciously doing it, he lifts his hand to hold it over his chest, almost as if to remind himself that his own heart is back in his chest now. ]
Fuck, Tomi— I'm sorry. You of all people shouldn't have to...
[ "shouldn't have to experience this extremely specific trauma three times over" is what he wants to say, of course, but he doesn't want to actually speak it into the forefronts of their minds. the vibes are already rancid as is. ]
[ he shouldn't have to, but it's too late now. it's not necessarily desensitization, but suffering such specific and extreme trauma every couple of weeks has completely punched through his anxiety and depression to the point that he really is just too exhausted to be upset about it anymore. and he is upset, but the only way to preserve the last remaining bit of his sanity is to shut down everything outside of what he needs to baseline function. ]
I'm so sick and tired of putting up with this bullshit.
[ his shoulders sag as he lets his head fall back, his hair cushioning the thunk that would typically result from such an impact. for someone who usually serves as a rare spark of optimism despite it all, who believes in the inherent goodness present in even the most deplorable of people and places... ]
It's wearin' on me, too.
[ ...even ichiban's light seems somewhat dimmed thanks to these past few weeks. ]
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there's a moment where he hesitates at the water's edge, wondering... like... if taking off your homie's clothes before dumping him in some magic water is acceptable or not... eventually, he decides to at least peel off tomi's fancy top to let him see what that totally-not-concerning business at his shoulder is about before rolling him into the pool.
... while he's here, he decides to take off his clothes (UNDERWEAR ON BECAUSE WE CAN'T RISK PYRAMID HEAD!!!) and hop in the water himself. even if it won't regrow his arm, it'll still be nice to take a dip. now to wait for tomi to wake up... ]
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i completely forgot about this during return, but there's a set of key (the old iron kind) that ichiban would've seen when he was tomihandling earlier. it's not like, important, i just need to remember that i forgot.
he isn't even his usual jumpy cat self. he's just so... tired and defeated once he realizes where he is. mercifully, his injuries aren't terrible. bruised face, another on his torso, though the worst is the deep wound on his shoulder, which definitely would have inhibited use of his arm if he were not being magically healed.
he's so tired. ]
...Hey, man.
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We were in... Some sort of historical European place. We were investigating these murders, and...
[ he trails off, not for the drama, but again just. he really has to think about it. ]
Fuck, I can't remember it all. I think Chitose was there, though.
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[ it takes him a minute, but his expression drops. seems like he finally remembered. ]
I was talking with her about it the night before she turned up murdered. Her heart was ripped out.
[ so as you can imagine, he is Not Doing Great. ]
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Fuck, Tomi— I'm sorry. You of all people shouldn't have to...
[ "shouldn't have to experience this extremely specific trauma three times over" is what he wants to say, of course, but he doesn't want to actually speak it into the forefronts of their minds. the vibes are already rancid as is. ]
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I'm so sick and tired of putting up with this bullshit.
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[ his shoulders sag as he lets his head fall back, his hair cushioning the thunk that would typically result from such an impact. for someone who usually serves as a rare spark of optimism despite it all, who believes in the inherent goodness present in even the most deplorable of people and places... ]
It's wearin' on me, too.
[ ...even ichiban's light seems somewhat dimmed thanks to these past few weeks. ]