Kyousuke remained silent, suddenly feeling like he'd been stabbed by some unidentifiable emotion. He had no idea how much truth that story held, but it was difficult to wrap his head around, especially as he was. A lot came at once, and he couldn't seem to process his feelings.
"So, what you're saying is... People get brought here, told they're insane, and get attacked because they want leave. They're here fighting against their will." He said it deliberately, more to himself than anything, trying to string his own thoughts together.
People died. Murphy had mentioned that before, but Kyousuke hadn't thought to put it into context, and doing so made all the difference. He'd seen people's emotions toyed with before, and he'd seen people try to ruin others' lives, but not quite like this. Never on this level. It was repulsive no matter what the scale, but death? ... There was ruining a life, and then there was ending it. At least life held a little hope, even if it sometimes seemed impossible. But dead was just dead. There were some things you could never regain. ... He thought of his brother, and how how hard his loss had been, and then what would have happened if he had lost even more, but the idea was so unfathomable it just made it insides recoil. But according to Murphy, people were being forced into just that.
"Then leaving won't change anything," he realized. His head burned, over-strained from his lack of energy, his limbs felt sluggish and heavy, and he was starting to feel sick, but his anger overrode all of that. "People will just keep getting hurt."
... He couldn't save only himself. He knew his brother would never stand for any of this, and his friends would never abandon anyone. Kyousuke wouldn't either. His course of action couldn't be any clearer: "We need to bring these people down." He looked Murphy directly in the eyes as he said it, intent and challenging.
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Kyousuke remained silent, suddenly feeling like he'd been stabbed by some unidentifiable emotion. He had no idea how much truth that story held, but it was difficult to wrap his head around, especially as he was. A lot came at once, and he couldn't seem to process his feelings.
"So, what you're saying is... People get brought here, told they're insane, and get attacked because they want leave. They're here fighting against their will." He said it deliberately, more to himself than anything, trying to string his own thoughts together.
People died. Murphy had mentioned that before, but Kyousuke hadn't thought to put it into context, and doing so made all the difference. He'd seen people's emotions toyed with before, and he'd seen people try to ruin others' lives, but not quite like this. Never on this level. It was repulsive no matter what the scale, but death? ... There was ruining a life, and then there was ending it. At least life held a little hope, even if it sometimes seemed impossible. But dead was just dead. There were some things you could never regain. ... He thought of his brother, and how how hard his loss had been, and then what would have happened if he had lost even more, but the idea was so unfathomable it just made it insides recoil. But according to Murphy, people were being forced into just that.
"Then leaving won't change anything," he realized. His head burned, over-strained from his lack of energy, his limbs felt sluggish and heavy, and he was starting to feel sick, but his anger overrode all of that. "People will just keep getting hurt."
... He couldn't save only himself. He knew his brother would never stand for any of this, and his friends would never abandon anyone. Kyousuke wouldn't either. His course of action couldn't be any clearer: "We need to bring these people down." He looked Murphy directly in the eyes as he said it, intent and challenging.