[At least if he was out, he wasn't out alone. Safety in numbers and all that. But he still felt worried, and wondered why that man had attacked them. It wasn't just a matter of him being someone bad, Tsuna knew that. Who knew if he was a bad man at all? But something had been wrong with him. He spoke as though he were in a trance and his movements were jerky, wild.
Was he experiencing blurs of movements and unsettling noises like he and Reborn had? Had that been enough to make him snap-- he'd just lost his nerves? No... it was probably something more.
The second day. Hopefully this wouldn't last much longer.
While Reborn flits through the journal, Tsuna worries his lip. The fresh pain of the wound is almost a happy distraction from the pain in his shoulder. Giotto wasn't here, either. Tsuna hadn't seen him since the world change, and he hadn't seen him on the journals, either. Was he okay, on that other ship? Or was he lost somewhere on this ship?]
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Was he experiencing blurs of movements and unsettling noises like he and Reborn had? Had that been enough to make him snap-- he'd just lost his nerves? No... it was probably something more.
The second day. Hopefully this wouldn't last much longer.
While Reborn flits through the journal, Tsuna worries his lip. The fresh pain of the wound is almost a happy distraction from the pain in his shoulder. Giotto wasn't here, either. Tsuna hadn't seen him since the world change, and he hadn't seen him on the journals, either. Was he okay, on that other ship? Or was he lost somewhere on this ship?]