shuts it and thinks about it, really thinks about it. It's difficult, killing people you like; but it wouldn't be the first time. He pushes himself to standing, brushing dirt off of his clothes as he thinks about what it would entail—the steeling of his heart, the ability to fight a spirit, the silence of the courtyard in the aftermath.
The loneliness. )
...If you ask me TO. ( It's hard for him to say, but he looks up at Kazuki and says it anyway; it sounds difficult for him to say, too, the words hesitantly falling from his lips. ) I wouldn't refuse YOU.
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shuts it and thinks about it, really thinks about it. It's difficult, killing people you like; but it wouldn't be the first time. He pushes himself to standing, brushing dirt off of his clothes as he thinks about what it would entail—the steeling of his heart, the ability to fight a spirit, the silence of the courtyard in the aftermath.
The loneliness. )
...If you ask me TO. ( It's hard for him to say, but he looks up at Kazuki and says it anyway; it sounds difficult for him to say, too, the words hesitantly falling from his lips. ) I wouldn't refuse YOU.