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[theyregooddogs]

[whenever they are both up to functioning]

What's your plan for tonight?

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[theyregooddogs]

You do, but they are only the highest highs and the lowest lows. Am I wrong?

[afailedmurder]

...No. I suppose not.

[theyregooddogs]

[rubbing his face but dropping his hand eventually]

Look into exposure or trauma therapy. If you're ever interested.

[afailedmurder]

Mental health treatment is still rather stigmatized in my country. It would make things... more difficult for me, I think. Assuming I'm not thrown directly into jail, anyway.

[he idly kicks a ball that strayed from the pit]

I always thought that if I could do justice or get revenge, I'd feel whole again. I know now I can't do either of those things, but... couldn't I fix things if I weren't so alone? Isn't that the purpose of making friends?

[theyregooddogs]

It's part of it. But it isn't going to be all of it. You're going to struggle, have to re-contextualize everything, and decide how to approach the future. Again and again.

. . . Right now, you should celebrate these victories. They weren't easy to come by.

[afailedmurder]

Celebrate, huh...

[weird, for some reason he doesn't feel like celebrating anymore]

...We've secured ourselves an alibi for the evening. Why don't we go pet Baxter?

[theyregooddogs]

[will is a downer, he's sorry about that]

Uh, yeah, let's go do that.

[afailedmurder]

[Akechi will gloomily lead the way]