He holds the world in his hands.
It's ever-shifting, ever changing, dripping thick and wet through his fingers, green and blue and blinding in its bright colour. He shapes it carefully, moulds it painstakingly into the perfect shape and consistency.
He frowns at it, a displeased pout on his face.
'Something's missing...' he murmurs thoughtfully, cocking his head to one side.
There isn't much time left. He can feel himself getting pulled into four different directions, his whole being straining and breaking. Bit by bit.
Yuya surfaced from the memory with a gasp, chest heaving. He sprang up, propping his body up with his hands as he looked around the room his mindscape oh-so-thoughtfully provided. Only blank white walls stare back. Yuya flopped onto his back, relieved sigh on his lips. He doesn't think he can face anyone right now, much less his counterparts.
Sometimes it felt like his mind was breaking.
'What even was that?' Yuya complained to the ceiling. The memories he received were often confusing and disjointed, but never quite so much as this one.
The problem was, there wasn't much to do in this place, whatever it was. Not only was it impossibly boring, the atmosphere was also impossibly awkward, given that a third of the people in the room had essentially killed each other.
Yuya to Yuri to Yugo to Yuto.
Yuya winced, head throbbing from the sudden influx of vivid new memories. This time, he groaned out loud.
Oh well. Better than sitting around being bored.