There's a stretch of time--a long, unnatural silence in a world that should be all hustle and bustle. And then a man's strangled sob hidden behind a shaking hand; he struggles to find composure, hidden behind the walls of the place. A moment of privacy, a moment for his mind to scream why did you listen to him, because isn't he supposed to be the protector?
Unseen apologies, mumbled, petting a head of brown hair for just a moment before the world cracks as though Kotetsu had smashed his fist into it; everything splinters: the sky, the buildings, the unmoving body, Tomoe's horrified expression--
And then it all breaks apart like a dropped glass.
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There's a stretch of time--a long, unnatural silence in a world that should be all hustle and bustle. And then a man's strangled sob hidden behind a shaking hand; he struggles to find composure, hidden behind the walls of the place. A moment of privacy, a moment for his mind to scream why did you listen to him, because isn't he supposed to be the protector?
Unseen apologies, mumbled, petting a head of brown hair for just a moment before the world cracks as though Kotetsu had smashed his fist into it; everything splinters: the sky, the buildings, the unmoving body, Tomoe's horrified expression--
And then it all breaks apart like a dropped glass.