forty-seven days
[it had taken some effort to drag the journal over without the use of his arms, and a little more to kick the thing open. By the time he manages it, he's a little out of breath and is having trouble remembering why he was bothering to in the first place.
The pages lay there, open, but... who is he going to talk to? Who is left?
That thought brings an anxious sound up into the back of his throat.
And then, without someone better coming to mind, he just sticks to the first real thought that forms, barely remembering to filter before he properly speaks]
[filtered to Rin]
Rin...
Are you out there? I can't tell.
The pages lay there, open, but... who is he going to talk to? Who is left?
That thought brings an anxious sound up into the back of his throat.
And then, without someone better coming to mind, he just sticks to the first real thought that forms, barely remembering to filter before he properly speaks]
[filtered to Rin]
Rin...
Are you out there? I can't tell.