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Mori's heart

All at once a rainbow of bright lights feels as if it is bursting through you. It is an intense experience, but not an unpleasant one. As the colours burn through your skin, and lighting begins to spark through your veins, you feel stronger, you could take on the world right now.

Faintly in the distance, beyond the iridescent light show that overwhelms your vision, you can just about make out some silhouettes, but they’re too blurred, too indistinct and too far to tell anything about them. You can’t see them, but you know they’re welcoming you. You’re wanted here, you’re needed here, and the light is guiding you where you’re meant to go.

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[Mori is getting a hug from behind then, resting his chin on his shoulders]

I'll try to show you more of me too then. Sound fair?

Startles, looking up at Silver with his face on fire, then quickly lowers his head.

"F... Fine."

It's a deal.

[Goes to pick up Mori's shoes and notebook]

Everyone feels down on themselves sometimes. So I don't expect you to feel okay all the time. But when you do feel bad, you can come hang with me. You don't even have to say anything if you don't want to. Just know you've got that option, okay?

When Silver picks those up he feels two distinct rushes of emotion from them.

From the notebook, he feels utter worthlessness. Self-loathing mixes in with anger and frustration and malice, a desire to lash out at everything around you.

From the shoes, he feels a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Mori looks anxious at him picking them up and holds out his hands for them.

"I don't feel like this often, so, don't worry too much about all that... But. I'll try to remember."

[Glancing at the shoes]

You love these shoes so why do they feel weird?

Grabbing the shoes away!!

"It's not the shoes."

No? What is it then? If they’re going to make you feel bad...

He stares at you sharply, voice tight.

"What? What will you do if they make me feel bad?"

I wouldn’t hurt them, you like these shoes. I can let you borrow mine until they feel better though.

"...Like I said, it's not the shoes..."

[Sitting down, tugging Mori with him]

Okay, what then?

"Ah-"

He is tugged down, but still looks apprehensive, curling in on himself.

"...Don't worry about it."

[Shoulderbumps]

Why so worried?

"...You think 'Mori' would be better off without these feelings?"

Not necessarily? Like I said, we all have bad times. It makes the good times better and if you hadn’t gone through that you might not be the same. And I like the Mori we have.

He clutches his shoes close to his chest, but after a moment the tension eases out of his shoulders.

"...Okay. Okay."

I get down on myself. And back home not everyone is my biggest fan. I get over it eventually though and work harder. Mori is the same, right?

"...For the most part he is, yeah.

If people back home don't like you they're stupid."

[Okay, that gets a laugh]

I don’t think I’ve heard you call someone stupid before.

"Hey, I can call someone stupid if they're being stupid! I'm not the polite Mori, remember?"

It’s fine, I like it.

"...Oh.

Well.

Good."

He is so flustered to have his behaviour liked, averting his eyes bashfully.

I have an idea.

"What idea?"

Come downstairs with me?

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