(the curse. something that helped him ruin every single life he has ever lived. yu wasn't the only person manjiro hurt, killed - and in all honesty, his death wasn't even the most gruesome manjiro had committed. for the past decade, manjiro wasn't concerned about it - it had been gone for too long, and his focus had shifted into making sure all would fall into place. all blood that had been spilled never were, all the lives lost never left. to know too much makes one desperate to avoid events, to make sure what could rot could bloom - one shot is all that he had.

so, he takes a moment to figure out how to put it. last time, yu didn't want to hear too much - understandably so. the wheels are also slower, someone did drink a whole bunch.)

... Yeah. I died, originally, pretty horribly, so my big brother didn't take it too well-- ick. (hiccup.) So, after-- woah, a lot of shit, actually, Takemitchy and I went back in time, so the accident never happened, Shinichiro never lost his shit, no time-leapers were killed to bring me back, no more curse. We went back to 1998, so kinda fucking trippy to have the mind of an 18-year-old in an 8-year-old body-- fuck, I think I'm technically like, in my thirties? Or something? Ugh.

(ah, to be drunk.)