[ the feed starts with denji facing the screen. sweat and blood mix on his dirt-smeared skin, streaks that trail from a hidden injury behind the messy curls on his forehead. for anyone who fought by his side, they will know why he's a gory mess. his expression is hard to place— his brows furrowed, jaw clenched tight, but behind it all, there is something quieter, something ... brittle; tracks of dried tears curve through the grime on his cheeks, barely noticeable beneath the mess, but it's there. at least he's somewhat sober and not too out of control? well, on screen. an hour ago, it was a different story-

-hence why a familiar face is sitting next to him, the one who had to deal with that mess and knock some sense into him. his tone is a bit rough, a bit shaky. ]

... Katsuki's gone. [ god. just saying those words ... ] I tried to grab him before he got pulled in, held on for as long as I could ... but I couldn't save him.

And ... [ he glanced over raidou. ] ... Yuji's gone, too.

[ raidou is similarly streaked with blood in places, thanks to trying to calm his hysterical friend. quite the feat when he was on the brink of a freak out himself. instead, he sits near denji, eyes away, glassy and distant. when denji mentions yuji's name, his eyes finally refocus. his voice is a quiet croak.]

... I'm sorry. My theory was incorrect.

[ that's it. raidou will not be responding to any texts the next few days, try as one might. if you want to talk to him, you'll have to come find him.]