[ That hurts, a lot more than he'd ever admit. He needs Shibuya, desperately, between his withdrawal and his Ascension there were just too many things straining Joshua. These aren't thoughts he wants to be having now, not when he can't seem to move and his head is throbbing, but he's remembering the faint wisp of Shibuya's Music Sanae imitated for him and the single strain that Neku could play, the only thing he could play; and after however long he'd been here, even Neku was starting to forget it, to develop his Music in a way that was free of Shibuya's influence.
This wasn't what he wanted to be thinking about. He should really be thinking about his own survival, about the fact that the Fallen Angel who tried to kill him is only a few feet from him and he can't get his power more than a few inches off his skin. But he's exhausted, and his head hurts, and he just really, really wants to go home. Or at least sleep. The prickling beneath his skin won't even let him do that. ]
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This wasn't what he wanted to be thinking about. He should really be thinking about his own survival, about the fact that the Fallen Angel who tried to kill him is only a few feet from him and he can't get his power more than a few inches off his skin. But he's exhausted, and his head hurts, and he just really, really wants to go home. Or at least sleep. The prickling beneath his skin won't even let him do that. ]
Fine.
[ It's all he says. ]