[Oh, that's right... that cheerful voice hurts -- though whether physically or otherwise, Judai can't really tell -- and he turns his head again, trying to "look" at Sora even without being able to see.]
Just... let me go home already, okay...? This isn't funny anymore.
[He seems to have no idea how long he was out... nor does he seem to remember the incident just yet. The drugs really have played hell on his mind.]
[Sheesh... this guy really is out of it. How much is his usual silliness and how much is the drugs?]
That's not up to me anymore! The Professor says I have to get you under control. Besides, we don't have a way to send you back in time. They're studying that device, but there's been no developments yet.
Are you seriously this disoriented? I just said! We don't know how to make it work. So it's impossible right now. Even if we were willing to let you go.
[That memory... yes, he can actually faintly recall it. That feeling of being afraid had been almost... out of him. He had been able to feel everything around him somehow. That darkness?]
I remember that... I didn't like the lights for some reason.
[So they'd shattered because he wanted them gone, even just instinctively?]
And I wanted to get off the table, so I knew the claws could break it, but...
[What had happened? Everything's some weird sort of mix of fuzzy and sharp, like the memory's somehow of the entirety of a room without any blind spots, yet all covered in some kind of foggy filter.]
I don't... remember trying to hurt anyone. I just wanted off.
Well... remember it or not, you did. That power of yours scared everyone a whole lot. And like I said... I'm not the one making the decisions here. So they want you to stay like this for a while.
[Didn't like the light...? Weird... that odd blackened magic seems to be very darkness-centric. Could it be actual darkness?]
[He hates that, but... if he really almost killed people, like Sora says -- and for all that he's doing, Sora is still his friend, so he has no reason to doubt him -- then he'd rather go hungry than actually have someone end up badly injured or worse.
Which is why his reply might shock the other boy, especially considering Judai's usual almost-addition to food.]
I don't want anyone to get hurt. And I don't remember... I wouldn't have tried to kill anyone if I could help it! And if I did, that means I couldn't. So... if this is the way to keep me from doing that, then it's okay.
[At least for now, but... with his magic-ties and natural big-eater state, it's likely the lack of proper meals will get to him soon enough.]
[It's enough to make Judai twitch a bit, his stomach protesting strongly enough that he bites down sharply on his lip. Oh come on, Sora... he knows you like that stuff, but don't torture him like this!]
They don't really do that... normally. I just don't know how to use them, so I guess... it got crazy when I got scared.
[...Wait, is that for him? Judai opens his mouth without any hesitation, clamping down on the treat so hard that Sora's fingers might've been taken too, if it weren't for the stick. It takes all his willpower not to crunch it to pieces immediately, but he's sucking so hard and desperately on it that it's almost cute.]
[It's the only reply Sora gets as Judai continues to focus on the candy, the agony in his stomach easing a little at the taste of food, however junky, being given to it.
Even if he was willing to agree on that to dampen his powers... that hunger is just too much to really be denied when there's food near like this.]
[He gives a disappointed, almost desperate whine when the stick is pulled away -- he wanted that too, dammit, as unwilling as it would have been. But he lifts his head a little bit as Sora talks, nodding weakly.]
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[Oh, that's right... that cheerful voice hurts -- though whether physically or otherwise, Judai can't really tell -- and he turns his head again, trying to "look" at Sora even without being able to see.]
Just... let me go home already, okay...? This isn't funny anymore.
[He seems to have no idea how long he was out... nor does he seem to remember the incident just yet. The drugs really have played hell on his mind.]
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That's not up to me anymore! The Professor says I have to get you under control. Besides, we don't have a way to send you back in time. They're studying that device, but there's been no developments yet.
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[That's the only "professor" his addled mind can come up with, unfamiliar a name as it is to Sora. No... wrong Academia...]
I gotta go back anyway... everyone's waiting for me...
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[He reaches up to pat his shoulder awkwardly.]
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You will in the end. In the meantime... until you're willing to obey instructions, we've cut down your food supply.
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[Oh, come on. That's just a kick below the belt, man. It seems to have helped cut through that fog, at least. He's getting more aware.]
Come on, Sora... you can't do that! I'm hungry...
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Anyway, the scientists tested how much you'd need while you were out, so you won't die, but it's nowhere near the level you'd normally have.
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[The food thing is important, but something about the way Sora says that first part unnerves him. Wrecked a lab...?]
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[That memory... yes, he can actually faintly recall it. That feeling of being afraid had been almost... out of him. He had been able to feel everything around him somehow. That darkness?]
I remember that... I didn't like the lights for some reason.
[So they'd shattered because he wanted them gone, even just instinctively?]
And I wanted to get off the table, so I knew the claws could break it, but...
[What had happened? Everything's some weird sort of mix of fuzzy and sharp, like the memory's somehow of the entirety of a room without any blind spots, yet all covered in some kind of foggy filter.]
I don't... remember trying to hurt anyone. I just wanted off.
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[Didn't like the light...? Weird... that odd blackened magic seems to be very darkness-centric. Could it be actual darkness?]
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Which is why his reply might shock the other boy, especially considering Judai's usual almost-addition to food.]
Alright.
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[That easy agreement is not what he expected at all.]
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[At least for now, but... with his magic-ties and natural big-eater state, it's likely the lack of proper meals will get to him soon enough.]
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[What is that sound. Is he opening something? Candy?]
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They don't really do that... normally. I just don't know how to use them, so I guess... it got crazy when I got scared.
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[Something taps at his lips lightly.]
Say "Aah".
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That's for agreeing.
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[It's the only reply Sora gets as Judai continues to focus on the candy, the agony in his stomach easing a little at the taste of food, however junky, being given to it.
Even if he was willing to agree on that to dampen his powers... that hunger is just too much to really be denied when there's food near like this.]
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If you're good and let the scientists run their tests, I'll give you more.
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I can do that.
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