The explanation was very Kengo-ish, but Ryusei pinched himself anyway. There was a part of him that wanted all of this to be a dream, but also a part of him that didn't, because he'd have to face Kengo's death then, and he didn't think he could do it after having been with Kengo here, for even these few moments.
He pinched himself once more, to be sure, before he copied Kengo; he assumed Kengo wanted him to, since he wouldn't toss it at Ryusei otherwise. "What is this?"
He was going to be asking that a lot, he felt. Who had Kengo had to ask about these things? The roommate? If you don't trust him, kick him out and I'll stay with you. But Kengo didn't trust Ryusei, either.
Focus. He needed to order his thoughts, put his questions in order. Kengo had said that he didn't know how he'd gotten here, but Ryusei needed to make sure. "To continue— Have you discovered any transport mechanism here?"
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He pinched himself once more, to be sure, before he copied Kengo; he assumed Kengo wanted him to, since he wouldn't toss it at Ryusei otherwise. "What is this?"
He was going to be asking that a lot, he felt. Who had Kengo had to ask about these things? The roommate? If you don't trust him, kick him out and I'll stay with you. But Kengo didn't trust Ryusei, either.
Focus. He needed to order his thoughts, put his questions in order. Kengo had said that he didn't know how he'd gotten here, but Ryusei needed to make sure. "To continue— Have you discovered any transport mechanism here?"