[He nods in stoic agreement to the first part. True enough. But he will attempt to explain his reasons anyway - Pal wouldn't come around to approve his actions, but Natsuno hopes he'll at least appreciate having context.]
One of my classmates used to stalk me. She'd hide in the bushes for hours each day, trying to see into my room. I had to leave the window closed even in the hottest summer days. Then she died, and I thought I was done with her. But it only got worse when she rose from the grave.
[He doesn't pause to explain how the girl rose. That's not the important part. Perhaps later, if Pal is curious.]
She kept coming to my window every night, watching me. I was getting sick from not sleeping, thought I was imagining things. Then one night I was staying with my best friend, and she was there. [The memory still sends shivers down his spine, even after everything he's been through. Megumi staring at him from under Tohru's bed, whispering his name lovingly as she unfolds herself into a standing position, dead limbs cracking and twisting in unnatural angles.] She killed him because, "I liked him better than her." She would've killed me too if she thought there's a chance I'd rise and become like her.
[Another awful memory: Tatsumi declaring he's all yours! as Megumi spreads her dead arms to grab him. If Tohru hadn't beaten her to it - ]
How do you think I'd feel if someone else stalked and terrorized me like this? [This is a hypothetical question, of course.] How far do you think I'd go to make it stop?
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One of my classmates used to stalk me. She'd hide in the bushes for hours each day, trying to see into my room. I had to leave the window closed even in the hottest summer days. Then she died, and I thought I was done with her. But it only got worse when she rose from the grave.
[He doesn't pause to explain how the girl rose. That's not the important part. Perhaps later, if Pal is curious.]
She kept coming to my window every night, watching me. I was getting sick from not sleeping, thought I was imagining things. Then one night I was staying with my best friend, and she was there. [The memory still sends shivers down his spine, even after everything he's been through. Megumi staring at him from under Tohru's bed, whispering his name lovingly as she unfolds herself into a standing position, dead limbs cracking and twisting in unnatural angles.] She killed him because, "I liked him better than her." She would've killed me too if she thought there's a chance I'd rise and become like her.
[Another awful memory: Tatsumi declaring he's all yours! as Megumi spreads her dead arms to grab him. If Tohru hadn't beaten her to it - ]
How do you think I'd feel if someone else stalked and terrorized me like this? [This is a hypothetical question, of course.] How far do you think I'd go to make it stop?