Amami

You see a lot of dead Amamis in the dream bubbles, only second to the dead Shinguujis. You don't know why. He's not even a Time player, right? Only once do you come across one that's God-Tiered: you recognize him by his green hair, which clashes magnificently with the eye-searing blue hood he's wearing. He's toying intently with his cuff as if it's an infinitely fascinating artifact when you approach.

"Wow, that's a flashy outfit." you say, and he blinks at you. You learn two things in that instant: either he is very good at keeping a poker face, or he's genuinely not surprised at the sight of your intact eyes.

You cut to the chase. "You're not actually still alive, are you?"

(Once Akamatsu had showed up in your dream bubble looking for Saihara - apparently he had a tendency to wander off into dream bubbles when he fell asleep - and that had been a hell of a shock.)

He tilts his head. "No. I was, up until a few minutes ago."

You remember just a second too late to wince. "****. Sorry."

No response, but Amami doesn't look offended either, even as you scan him up and down. There's something wrong with him, even aside from the fist-sized hole punched through his torso. You're used to the dourness of the Shinguujis, but you've never seen a Amami distant, or even this quiet. The ones you've met always cracked a joke. The way he's huddled in on himself is deeply, viscerally unsettling.

You ask if anything's bothering him. Amami's answer is characteristically unforthcoming as ever: "I can see everything, but it's not enough. I can't actually do anything."

You half-wonder why he's even bothering to answer you, when on your part you've actively avoided Amami since he discovered your secret. Not that it really matters now, since he's the only source of information you have. Saihara would appreciate you interrogating him.

"What the hell do you mean?" you say. "Amami, for ****'s sake, whatever happened, it's not your fault. You can't predict everything - "

"You're fighting imps with Harukawa on LoFaH." he interrupts. "You start coughing up blood when one of Akamatsu's black-and-white ogres attack you. Harukawa can't see you so she doesn't get there in time and it stabs you through the chest. She blames me because I saw it happen and I still let you die."

You push him away and spring backwards, and Amami staggers back. He catches himself on a convenient banister, stares at you with blank narrowed eyes under his long dyed eyelashes.

"I'm still alive." you snarl. "I didn't die that way. It never happened. Whatever you saw, you need to get over yourself and grow up."

You stalk away from Amami as fast as you can, gritting your teeth to try and suppress the urge to go back and punch him. You're not dead, you remind yourself, trying to think over the anger pounding in your head. You're not dead. Your dark eyes prove it to anyone you meet.

... If the imps are getting that strong, the others must be in trouble. You need to get out of here.