[Seasons] Inbox; un: hopespeak

[hopelesslyaverage]

INBOX text / audio / video / action Makoto here. Sorry I couldn't answer my phone, but leave a message and I'll call back. code credit

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[corpsewarblade]

...Winter then. It was Autumn, for me.

[A pause, whilst their coffees/hot drinks of choice were brought over.]

I think I was one of the first...hey, you said you knew everything, right?

[hopelesslyaverage]

[Naegi nods.]

I've... lived through the killing game. During it we got information on your involvement. So while I don't remember you, I do know of you.

tw emotional abuse

[corpsewarblade]

...so then, there's no point acting like my sister around you...although, I think I already blew that.

[The last traces of her attempting to scramble the pieces of her act back together fell aside.

It was a sobering thought. That Makoto...knew her. He didn't remember her- of course not, she never expected those memories to come back- but he really knew her. But who did he hear that from? Junko herself?

...She can't imagine he heard anything other than how stupid she was- how ugly, how disappointing- she's sure Junko would've said things like that. But somehow, that didn't matter so much right now.

Mukuro felt her eyes sting.

He knew her.]

I didn't think you'd ever know I existed...

[hopelesslyaverage]

One of my - our - classmates managed to uncover the information. You were the mysterious sixteenth member of our class. I don't think we would have been able to discover the truth if it wasn't for her doing that.

[He doesn't mention anything about the reuse of her corpse, not at this time.]