The stasis thing he'd heard about still seems absolutely unbelievable, like something out of the old Sci-Fi flicks that his friend back at the psych ward had made him watch. Oh, he supposes that this probably is a pretty childish thing to say, in a world where mutants can do just about anything with their powers, but that doesn't actually make believing a word easier.
Or well, that's not entirely true. Souji's suspension of disbelief is usually uncommonly wide, to the point where he will often be ready to believe things that most other people would dismiss. But not when it directly pertains to himself like this; not when it's supposed to be the reason why everything he knows is a lie.
"Nine years ago," he replies thinly, "I was kicked out of school for the first time for hurting another student. That happened a couple of times more until my sister had me put into foster care." He's not saying the words the other man wants to hear, but they're the only ones he's got, and if they're true or not doesn't actually change this. "I'm not playing. I don't think I'm capable of being that mean, and I hope the person you remember wasn't either."
Deep breaths; breathing techniques he's been taught to counter the panic feeling, the one that squeezes his chest like someone stepping on it, forcing the air out. Souji can't explain why, but the unreasonable thought that he's somehow letting the other man down seems to him impossible to bear. "This... is what I remember. I have no way if proving it, but... for you, I'm not sure if that changes anything."
/wakes up, tags gently, passes back out <3
Or well, that's not entirely true. Souji's suspension of disbelief is usually uncommonly wide, to the point where he will often be ready to believe things that most other people would dismiss. But not when it directly pertains to himself like this; not when it's supposed to be the reason why everything he knows is a lie.
"Nine years ago," he replies thinly, "I was kicked out of school for the first time for hurting another student. That happened a couple of times more until my sister had me put into foster care." He's not saying the words the other man wants to hear, but they're the only ones he's got, and if they're true or not doesn't actually change this. "I'm not playing. I don't think I'm capable of being that mean, and I hope the person you remember wasn't either."
Deep breaths; breathing techniques he's been taught to counter the panic feeling, the one that squeezes his chest like someone stepping on it, forcing the air out. Souji can't explain why, but the unreasonable thought that he's somehow letting the other man down seems to him impossible to bear. "This... is what I remember. I have no way if proving it, but... for you, I'm not sure if that changes anything."