Matsui doesn't flinch or draw back from the touch, at least. The offer, too, is something he appreciates - but he shakes his head after a second.]
I don't... know that prayer will help.
[What he wants to do is draw blood, to slash and spill and paint the walls and floor and himself in that beautiful, terrible red. He has to try being NORMAL THOUGH, or at least try holding it together enough for Buzen, who's also only barely holding it together.]
Heavenly Father, watch over us here on this side. Bless us with the perseverance to continue forward against all odds no matter what will happen as we move forward.
Sooth our turbulent blood, and keep Mr. Matsui’s calm and refreshed. Please keep Mr. Buzen’s inside his body where it belongs… and also, of course, repair his spirit so he may raise his sword in Your honor, not with violence, but with prosperity and forgiveness.
We know Your everlasting love will be with us even during the times You are most quiet. You will fill us with that same peace so we understand.
[This is actually so sweet what the hell. Matsui's a little struck by the care here, even though he knows D is far from religious, even traumatically.
It does help, a little. Maybe not the prayer itself so much as who is saying it and what he is saying and why. But it does help. Matsui is quiet for a few long seconds after the last amen, hands still within D's and eyes still closed.
Then, he takes a deep breath and he opens them again, looking to D's face.]
...Thank you. It means much to me.
[That D would pray for him, and for Buzen, and hope for such goodness for them when they're such flawed things. Created by humans to slay humans.]
You’re welcome. I’m glad. I may not be a Christian, but I think putting faith in God during the times you feel he has abandoned you are more important than any other.
[Hehe. Strangely, the act of praying is rather comforting??? Like chanting a mantra, or counting mala beads.
Matsui’s hands get another gentle squeeze, and then he reaches one of his own out to reassuringly brush Matsui’s cheek.]
If you and Buzen are feeling a little better later, you should join us. We would enjoy having you there.
[IT REALLY IS SOOTHING... Matsui isn't even a real Catholic he's just a fake lyinass Catholic but he genuinely does feel a little less uhhh about to fly off the handle and stab the nearest thing that moves wrong in his vicinity.
The touch is also grounding, and in a way similar to Buzen, he leans into it a little. Not overly-much. Just enough to convey his comfort and appreciation.]
...Mm. [Perhaps there is something to it... Prayer! Wild!] --If Buzen wishes to go, I will accompany him.
[AND BUZEN DOES BECAUSE HE'S A FUCKIN STEPFORD SMILER.]
[Sweet Matsui!! He lowers his hand and pats Matsui's, and then he carefully stands up like a haunting Christmas Carol ghost except I for some reason forgot to send him to the curfew like this. It's fine.]
Good. Please take care of yourself. I'm going to go make sure Rang isn't acting like a fool.
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Matsui doesn't flinch or draw back from the touch, at least. The offer, too, is something he appreciates - but he shakes his head after a second.]
I don't... know that prayer will help.
[What he wants to do is draw blood, to slash and spill and paint the walls and floor and himself in that beautiful, terrible red. He has to try being NORMAL THOUGH, or at least try holding it together enough for Buzen, who's also only barely holding it together.]
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He takes Matsui’s hand in both of his own.]
Close your eyes, and let’s pray.
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Matsui just looks at both of their prayer hands, expression grim. Still, eventually, he closes his eyes.]
Alright. We can pray in silence, if you wish.
[He won't make D lead a prayer circle again.]
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Heavenly Father, watch over us here on this side. Bless us with the perseverance to continue forward against all odds no matter what will happen as we move forward.
Sooth our turbulent blood, and keep Mr. Matsui’s calm and refreshed. Please keep Mr. Buzen’s inside his body where it belongs… and also, of course, repair his spirit so he may raise his sword in Your honor, not with violence, but with prosperity and forgiveness.
We know Your everlasting love will be with us even during the times You are most quiet. You will fill us with that same peace so we understand.
Amen.
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It does help, a little. Maybe not the prayer itself so much as who is saying it and what he is saying and why. But it does help. Matsui is quiet for a few long seconds after the last amen, hands still within D's and eyes still closed.
Then, he takes a deep breath and he opens them again, looking to D's face.]
...Thank you. It means much to me.
[That D would pray for him, and for Buzen, and hope for such goodness for them when they're such flawed things. Created by humans to slay humans.]
My blood feels a little more settled...
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[Hehe. Strangely, the act of praying is rather comforting??? Like chanting a mantra, or counting mala beads.
Matsui’s hands get another gentle squeeze, and then he reaches one of his own out to reassuringly brush Matsui’s cheek.]
If you and Buzen are feeling a little better later, you should join us. We would enjoy having you there.
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The touch is also grounding, and in a way similar to Buzen, he leans into it a little. Not overly-much. Just enough to convey his comfort and appreciation.]
...Mm. [Perhaps there is something to it... Prayer! Wild!] --If Buzen wishes to go, I will accompany him.
[AND BUZEN DOES BECAUSE HE'S A FUCKIN STEPFORD SMILER.]
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Good. Please take care of yourself. I'm going to go make sure Rang isn't acting like a fool.
[Offers Matsui a smile. :)]