[Denji, who's also watched the memory take over, one that seems like a whole lifetime ago, has a range of emotions pass over his face, that ends up somewhere near a sad smile]
Man, I could really go for some jam on bread, thinkin' about it.
Yeah, that was Pochita. [out of habit, he touches his chest, seemingly unconsciously]
Memory kinda sucked, but at least it was nice to see him again like that. And I could almost...it sorta felt like I was pettin' him and holdin' him and stuff.
[since rita just experienced the same thing. she's not sure what she expected when she first heard 'chainsaw devil dog', but that sure was a chainsaw devil dog. somehow, the chainsaw part makes it less dog-like, and that kind of makes it better?]
Even before all that gruesome stuff you mentioned... it looked like you were practically on death's door already.
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[his words fade out as something stirs in his memory and starts to spread over them
Rita sees a younger, sickly looking Denji walking along a city street with his dog (?), counting out money—the people the pair pass by seem to either pretend not to notice them or purposefully look or move away, and a storm brews as they walk out of town and into the woods nearby]
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what the hell denji, how is your life this sad]
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Man, I could really go for some jam on bread, thinkin' about it.
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[it's kind of another thing to actually see it...]
... So that was your "buddy," huh.
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Memory kinda sucked, but at least it was nice to see him again like that. And I could almost...it sorta felt like I was pettin' him and holdin' him and stuff.
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[since rita just experienced the same thing. she's not sure what she expected when she first heard 'chainsaw devil dog', but that sure was a chainsaw devil dog. somehow, the chainsaw part makes it less dog-like, and that kind of makes it better?]
Even before all that gruesome stuff you mentioned... it looked like you were practically on death's door already.
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Was runnin' outta body parts to sell, that's for sure. Plus, was gettin' tired more easily and makin' it harder to fight.
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I got everything back, though, so ya don't gotta worry. See?
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buries her face in her hands]
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