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[Kaneki's honestly quiet after he comes back. The moment Arima's quinque slid through his brain, his suppressed memories of Court came back, and in that moment he wanted nothing more than out, away from his inevitable death. So in that moment he comes back.
Oh certainly it's rough at first, horrified whining and madness spilling from his lips in some isolated corner of Court, but eventually he quiets down enough to know that he doesn't want to be alone. He can't be alone. Someone promised not to leave him alone, so it's fine if he goes to that man, right?
He remembers where Tris' bed is. Whether or not it's still Tris' bed is something that doesn't occur to him. The changes in Tris don't come to memory easily. Occupied or not, so long as the would-be occupant is Tris, Kaneki is crawling into that bed, clumsy and covered in gore with ripped clothes and a missing eye, doesn't matter, what he wants most is comfort.]
Oh certainly it's rough at first, horrified whining and madness spilling from his lips in some isolated corner of Court, but eventually he quiets down enough to know that he doesn't want to be alone. He can't be alone. Someone promised not to leave him alone, so it's fine if he goes to that man, right?
He remembers where Tris' bed is. Whether or not it's still Tris' bed is something that doesn't occur to him. The changes in Tris don't come to memory easily. Occupied or not, so long as the would-be occupant is Tris, Kaneki is crawling into that bed, clumsy and covered in gore with ripped clothes and a missing eye, doesn't matter, what he wants most is comfort.]