Initially, Shinjiro seemed to go boneless with relief, again. Thank fucking god. After ... everything. All of the people who became the Lost, all of the families that grieved for them. Akihiko and Mitsuru and all the S.E.E.S. kids basically giving up a chance at being normal kids. Especially Ken. They ended it. It was worth it.
At least, that's what he thought before he saw Ken shrink in on himself, and whisper that final terrible thing.
He's an idiot. Of course it's not that simple. The Dark Hour might be gone - but look at Ken. The scars it left remained. All the things he had to lose - including him, somehow, he didn't realize he'd hurt Ken so badly with dying - and.
His voice was choked, words soft and sincere even with how awkward they were. "I'm sorry, kid. I'm sorry you had to - who was it. Which one of them ..."
Shinjiro didn't realize he moved closer to the boy - because despite all his protests otherwise, he wanted to protect and comfort the young child. He'd die again if it meant the kid would somehow be okay.
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At least, that's what he thought before he saw Ken shrink in on himself, and whisper that final terrible thing.
He's an idiot. Of course it's not that simple. The Dark Hour might be gone - but look at Ken. The scars it left remained. All the things he had to lose - including him, somehow, he didn't realize he'd hurt Ken so badly with dying - and.
His voice was choked, words soft and sincere even with how awkward they were. "I'm sorry, kid. I'm sorry you had to - who was it. Which one of them ..."
Shinjiro didn't realize he moved closer to the boy - because despite all his protests otherwise, he wanted to protect and comfort the young child. He'd die again if it meant the kid would somehow be okay.