Mori's heart

[idolpro]

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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[foolmetwice]

No. . .?

[shifts a bit to cross his arms over the railing]

Then I'll ask again: why are you here?

[he asked that once already, so he clarifies]

Something other than "I belong here."

[idolpro]

He shuffles away and snaps, "Why do I have to justify my existence to you?"

[foolmetwice]

You don't.

[he answers quickly, not moving to chase after Mori as he shifts away]

I'm not asking why you exist; I'll accept that you just are, because that's all it takes for me. Just. . . why you're here. On a rooftop. At the top of some extremely difficult to climb steps.

Isolated from everyone else.

[idolpro]

He looks away, irritated, tensing up even more at the word 'isolated'.

"Because it's the only place I can be."

[foolmetwice]

[. . .]

Is that because you're afraid to go anywhere else? Or because you're considered a threat?

[the threat level on the door, the way it was crossed out. . .]

[idolpro]

Oh. At that, he turns to look at him slowly, his gaze empty and icy.

"What do you think?"

[foolmetwice]

[unfazed by that expression, Mars just tilts his chin up a little more]

I can make an educated guess.

[haaa. . .]

. . . who labeled you a threat in the first place? Do you consider yourself a threat?

Because I think it's stupid for you to be up here by yourself if you want to go somewhere else.