The word--the accusation--is repeating in Munakata's head the moment Yukizome starts speaking. It reverberates in time with a sound not unlike distant, anguished screaming, filling his mind with such dissonance that his gaze shifts from looking at her to looking through her.
Something--logic?--tells him he should hate her. Hate her for the years of deception, for the confusion he is currently feeling. But another part of him can't stand that idea at all. This is Yukizome--his friend, his confidant, his support.]
You say you're sorry? [The words are whispered, as if in disbelief. A derisive smile soon follows, so strange and out of place that it can't survive for long on his face.]
I cannot even say 'If you are actually sorry, leave.' Because everything you say and do is tainted with despair.
[Despair was wearing her face.
...Yes. This wasn't Yukizome anymore.
His eyes refocus on her, as if seeking confirmation--but they are wild and chaotic. Nothing good reflects in his feverish gaze.]
a long despair-inducing wait later...
The word--the accusation--is repeating in Munakata's head the moment Yukizome starts speaking. It reverberates in time with a sound not unlike distant, anguished screaming, filling his mind with such dissonance that his gaze shifts from looking at her to looking through her.
Something--logic?--tells him he should hate her. Hate her for the years of deception, for the confusion he is currently feeling. But another part of him can't stand that idea at all. This is Yukizome--his friend, his confidant, his support.]
You say you're sorry? [The words are whispered, as if in disbelief. A derisive smile soon follows, so strange and out of place that it can't survive for long on his face.]
I cannot even say 'If you are actually sorry, leave.' Because everything you say and do is tainted with despair.
[Despair was wearing her face.
...Yes. This wasn't Yukizome anymore.
His eyes refocus on her, as if seeking confirmation--but they are wild and chaotic. Nothing good reflects in his feverish gaze.]