Ari was surprised that Hiroshi seemed to actually be okay with telling her such a poignant detail of his past... to the point where she almost regretted even asking. And yet she was curious, and of course she had never known Hiroshi's mother (or father for that matter); she wondered what she had been like, if she had been a lot like Hiroshi was now. She wanted to be able to understand Hiroshi, most of all. She wanted to always be there for her friends. She had had a long conversation before with Kweli concerning his past, and was thankful for it, for she felt closer to him because of it. If she ever wanted to be truly close to Hiroshi, she would have to know eventually. She trusted him enough that he would give her the truth.
She took a side beside Hiroshi as he requested, laying her paw atop his for support as she willed him to continue. She listened intently as Hiroshi told the story of his mother, her gaze not leaving his countenance.
Ari felt her heart breaking as she listened to Hiroshi's story. He had been so innocent, just doing what he was told to do... Ari could not imagine what he had been through.
Hiroshi had paused and had looked away from Ari. In turn, Ari tightened her grip on Hiroshi's paw. "It's okay," she breathed, nudging him under his neck. "It's okay."
She listened to Hiroshi continue and kept her head against his neck. The details became more gruesome and internally Ari was questioning whether she could handle this... but she would have to eventually, wouldn't she?
Ari found herself on the verge of tears by the time Hiroshi had finished, but nothing could compare, she felt, to what Hiroshi must have been feeling by that time. His silence was crushing, and yet she had no idea as to what to say in response.
Finally she leaned even closer to Hiroshi and spoke softly, "I'm... sorry, Hiro. I truly am. I shouldn't have asked."
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Kweli felt consciousness returning to him slowly, though at first he thought that, perhaps, his impact with whatever was clogging the tunnel had rendered him blind, for he could still see nothing. Then he recalled that he had been unable to see anything before, blinked once or twice, and tried to stand up. He could not tell how long he had been out. It could have been hours... though it had probably only been a few minutes at best. "Kito owes me so much for this, I swear," he groaned, rubbing his head. There was a wet spot near the top of his head and on one side of his face--probably blood.
At least the pelts were still on his back. Kweli struggled to all fours and prodded the wall in front of him. It was rocky on the bottom--probably the part he had collided with--but the further up he drew his paw against the surface, the more dirt-like the surface became. He could probably claw his way through.
And so he began, the pain in his head stinging and throbbing as he clawed through the dirt, rising up slightly on his hind legs in order to get a better position.
Finally he felt one paw emerge on the other side of the clod, grasping at the cool air there. Kweli emitted a great sigh of relief as sunlight shined through the break in the wall. He continued to claw through the surface until finally there was a space large enough to climb out of. Peering through to be sure no one was around, Kweli crawled through the space, one leg keeping the pelts on his back, before rolling out onto his back. Kito was nowhere to be found. "Fantastic" he growled. He began to work on refilling the hole as the blood on his face began to seep down into his eyesight. "I should just leave one here," he said, speaking of the pelts. "If I wasn't nicer. Kito'd kill me, though. Not that I'd kill him first," he added, continuing to blow off steam.