[He really is here. Alive. Standing right here, talking, smiling a smile that doesn't fool Rain for a second... he's alive. For a few brief moments Rain does nothing more than look at Okita - perhaps it's childish, but something in him wants this reassurance. Reading the man's writing in the journal isn't the same as actually seeing him in the flesh.
But he hasn't just come here to see Okita, but to speak with him. And he wasn't kidding when he said that he needed to. Rain closes his eyes with a slow sigh, and when he opens them again he fixes Okita with a hard gaze.]
...What were you thinking? [There's an unmistakable hint of anger in his tone, to be sure, but it's not so much that as it is plaintive. Losing someone like that... Rain wasn't prepared for it to hurt as much as it did, but... it hurt a lot.]
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Date: 2011-08-04 12:55 am (UTC)From:But he hasn't just come here to see Okita, but to speak with him. And he wasn't kidding when he said that he needed to. Rain closes his eyes with a slow sigh, and when he opens them again he fixes Okita with a hard gaze.]
...What were you thinking? [There's an unmistakable hint of anger in his tone, to be sure, but it's not so much that as it is plaintive. Losing someone like that... Rain wasn't prepared for it to hurt as much as it did, but... it hurt a lot.]