[What's on his mind... what a scary question. If it was ever as easy as saying it out loud, then Ichimatsu would have done it a long time ago. He wouldn't have needed to rely on Jyushimatsu to get him, or for ESP to blurt out all his sensitive thoughts, or he wouldn't have let Osomatsu waste away in that empty house without saying anything until it became too much for him, too.]
[This kind of sickness is pretty much hand-tailored for someone like him. What makes him special enough to deserve surviving it?]
[... Jyushimatsu, of course.]
[He sighs. His hands itch to bring the mask back up over his face, hide himself, but it might just make things worse. Instead he leans his shoulder slightly into his brother's, his eyes focusing on some point through the floor.]
[It's never as easy as just saying it. But luckily for Ichimatsu, he's got reference points that his brother knows just as well as he does. Even if it means stripping things down to a question he'd never, ever ask if it were anyone else.]
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[This kind of sickness is pretty much hand-tailored for someone like him. What makes him special enough to deserve surviving it?]
[... Jyushimatsu, of course.]
[He sighs. His hands itch to bring the mask back up over his face, hide himself, but it might just make things worse. Instead he leans his shoulder slightly into his brother's, his eyes focusing on some point through the floor.]
[It's never as easy as just saying it. But luckily for Ichimatsu, he's got reference points that his brother knows just as well as he does. Even if it means stripping things down to a question he'd never, ever ask if it were anyone else.]
... do you think I'm just like Karamatsu?