[ The possibility that he's dead, that he failed in a fight against a Kaiju, is an utterly inconceivable notion for Narumi. It's part of what helps him push so hard and throw himself so recklessly into danger constantly. During his time in the Defense Force he's lost numerous comrades in some frankly horrific ways, so he's well aware of the frailty and fleeting nature of a human life.
But he cannot, and will not allow himself to dwell on the possibility of his own death. As insufferably smug as he can be, there's a ready acceptance of the heavy burden that's been placed upon his shoulders, and he's determined to keep bearing it for the remainder of a life he intends to be very, very long.
It also means he has to get out of here and back onto the battlefield, whether it's from waking up from a dream or busting through an interdimensional portal.
This is all very serious stuff, which is really unmined by the way he jerks at the feeling of horrible little fingers crushing down hard on a tiny pocket of nerves in his arms. ]
Hoshinaaaa.
[ It is taking every last ounce of self control not to pull a very petty "I'll show you hurt" right now, and even controlling his temper (kind of), he's giving into that early urge to grab the other man by the collar of his jumpsuit. Just a little shake here and there between punctuated words to get his point across. ]
Don't. Do that. Again.
[ Bad new though. It clearly hurt, so this isn't a dream. ]
perfect, the proper treatment
But he cannot, and will not allow himself to dwell on the possibility of his own death. As insufferably smug as he can be, there's a ready acceptance of the heavy burden that's been placed upon his shoulders, and he's determined to keep bearing it for the remainder of a life he intends to be very, very long.
It also means he has to get out of here and back onto the battlefield, whether it's from waking up from a dream or busting through an interdimensional portal.
This is all very serious stuff, which is really unmined by the way he jerks at the feeling of horrible little fingers crushing down hard on a tiny pocket of nerves in his arms. ]
Hoshinaaaa.
[ It is taking every last ounce of self control not to pull a very petty "I'll show you hurt" right now, and even controlling his temper (kind of), he's giving into that early urge to grab the other man by the collar of his jumpsuit. Just a little shake here and there between punctuated words to get his point across. ]
Don't. Do that. Again.
[ Bad new though. It clearly hurt, so this isn't a dream. ]