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[It's been about a week since it happened. A week since he'd returned from his mallynap and forced under the demonic control of Sacrifar. Thanks to an intervention by Edward Elric, Haru was stopped, and the sword's control released over him was broken.
He'd spent the rest of the week in the clinic, unconscious from a combination of the strain the sword had placed on him, the wounds he'd suffered and severe exhaustion. Also maybe blunt force trauma from being hit by a metal arm. Maybe. Plue sat on top of him the entire time, watching him to see when he'd wake up. He'd come to on Monday, but his mind was kind of a fog, spending the day in a daze as he tried to piece together what had happened. It was only the following morning, after sleeping the previous night and his subconscious painting the picture together for him in a rather graphic nightmare, that the full weight of what had transpired truly hit him.]
I'M SORRYYYYYY!
[Haru, always having been the emotional sort, has tears streaming down his face. He takes a moment to sniffle, wiping his face with his bedsheets. Come on, Haru, don't cry all over the journal. That's just gross.]
I... [Sniff.] I know apologizing's not gonna make up for what I did last week... I hurt some people, and I caused a lot of damage, and I... [He doesn't want to admit that he also actually killed someone. He has no idea how he's ever going to cope with that one. He's never killed anyone before...]
But still... I'll say it a thousand times if I have to. I'm sorry! If I hurt you, I get it if you can't forgive me for what I did. I was way outta control there... But... I gotta make things right, somehow. So give me that chance. That's all I can really ask...
[He cuts off the feed there. He'll spend the rest of the day in the clinic, in case anyone would rather come see him.]
He'd spent the rest of the week in the clinic, unconscious from a combination of the strain the sword had placed on him, the wounds he'd suffered and severe exhaustion. Also maybe blunt force trauma from being hit by a metal arm. Maybe. Plue sat on top of him the entire time, watching him to see when he'd wake up. He'd come to on Monday, but his mind was kind of a fog, spending the day in a daze as he tried to piece together what had happened. It was only the following morning, after sleeping the previous night and his subconscious painting the picture together for him in a rather graphic nightmare, that the full weight of what had transpired truly hit him.]
I'M SORRYYYYYY!
[Haru, always having been the emotional sort, has tears streaming down his face. He takes a moment to sniffle, wiping his face with his bedsheets. Come on, Haru, don't cry all over the journal. That's just gross.]
I... [Sniff.] I know apologizing's not gonna make up for what I did last week... I hurt some people, and I caused a lot of damage, and I... [He doesn't want to admit that he also actually killed someone. He has no idea how he's ever going to cope with that one. He's never killed anyone before...]
But still... I'll say it a thousand times if I have to. I'm sorry! If I hurt you, I get it if you can't forgive me for what I did. I was way outta control there... But... I gotta make things right, somehow. So give me that chance. That's all I can really ask...
[He cuts off the feed there. He'll spend the rest of the day in the clinic, in case anyone would rather come see him.]
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Nothin' I can't han-Nnngh! [But then a surge of pain courses through it.]
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There. How does that feel?
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