[There's no door, no latch, not even a lock. And even with his strength, they won't budge.]
[Takeshi switches from pushing at the wall to beating his fist against it, but only three or four times before he stops and his arms sink to his sides. Whatever this was, it wasn't his usual hallucinations. He couldn't break through it, not like this.]
It's useless.
Out of one cage, into another.
There's no place for you. No place but this.
[He finally turns around and steps over to the bars, but he doesn't touch them. He's not looking directly at Hayato either, eyes downcast. It's subtle, but there are faint lines on his neck just below his face, the first traces of his scars.]
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[Takeshi switches from pushing at the wall to beating his fist against it, but only three or four times before he stops and his arms sink to his sides. Whatever this was, it wasn't his usual hallucinations. He couldn't break through it, not like this.]
It's useless.
Out of one cage, into another.
There's no place for you. No place but this.
[He finally turns around and steps over to the bars, but he doesn't touch them. He's not looking directly at Hayato either, eyes downcast. It's subtle, but there are faint lines on his neck just below his face, the first traces of his scars.]
...I don't think you can open it, Hayato.