[Basil can feel that usual panic starting to overwhelm him, as he sits there. Well..."usual" may not be so accurate, because the usual is far, far worse than this. At least here, the anxieties of home are a little more divorced from his current reality...yet at the same time, it's disturbingly close. Too close.
Komaeda has a lot of faith in Basil's naivety. If only his assumption were true.
That said, even if these feelings are familiar, it doesn't make them any easier to confront. He can feel his chest tightening as his mind swims dizzyingly, trying to make sense of what happened in the time he seems to have forgotten, or perhaps blocked out entirely. If Katurian died, and Basil remembers him enough to know he was supposed to come find him...
Is it possible...he was responsible?
He doesn't want to think such things, obviously, but it's hard not to draw that connection when he has nothing else to compare it to. Just his own imagination, which tends to run wild on a good day. He can't even get up to excuse himself elsewhere, because Grand Bois is so heavy in his lap that he isn't going to be going anywhere any time soon.
...but then he sees Komaeda's hand. Reaching out to him, imploring. It's okay, it's okay...
He hesitates, his other hand still buried in Grand Bois' fur. But, after a moment...he reaches out to take Komaeda's hand. And for another long moment, he's quiet.]
...it's s..scary that I can't remember anything, Mr. Komaeda.
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Komaeda has a lot of faith in Basil's naivety. If only his assumption were true.
That said, even if these feelings are familiar, it doesn't make them any easier to confront. He can feel his chest tightening as his mind swims dizzyingly, trying to make sense of what happened in the time he seems to have forgotten, or perhaps blocked out entirely. If Katurian died, and Basil remembers him enough to know he was supposed to come find him...
Is it possible...he was responsible?
He doesn't want to think such things, obviously, but it's hard not to draw that connection when he has nothing else to compare it to. Just his own imagination, which tends to run wild on a good day. He can't even get up to excuse himself elsewhere, because Grand Bois is so heavy in his lap that he isn't going to be going anywhere any time soon.
...but then he sees Komaeda's hand. Reaching out to him, imploring. It's okay, it's okay...
He hesitates, his other hand still buried in Grand Bois' fur. But, after a moment...he reaches out to take Komaeda's hand. And for another long moment, he's quiet.]
...it's s..scary that I can't remember anything, Mr. Komaeda.
[What happened?]