[ perhaps later they could be on the same page regarding those sensations and feelings they had experienced, but keigo was still wringing his hands—literally and proverbially at this point—over how he wanted put words to his thoughts. the remnants of tsukishima's influence were still lingering, perhaps not as overpowering as they might have been, but enough to still direct his darker dreams into unsavory territory. but it wasn't tsukishima specifically that was bothering keigo: it was the fact that it had to do with something related to his power.
memory. ]
...when I first got here, i spoke to ishida. i was shocked to see him, but he wasn't especially shocked to see me.
[ this part. this was what made keigo want to curl under his covers and question the state of his mind: ]
he said to me that... i'd been here before. months before. and that i "came back."
[ if renji was still tracking keigo's reiatsu, he might start to notice uneasy fluctuations as he continued: ]
no subject
memory. ]
...when I first got here, i spoke to ishida. i was shocked to see him, but he wasn't especially shocked to see me.
[ this part. this was what made keigo want to curl under his covers and question the state of his mind: ]
he said to me that... i'd been here before. months before. and that i "came back."
[ if renji was still tracking keigo's reiatsu, he might start to notice uneasy fluctuations as he continued: ]
i don't remember any of that. and it scares me.