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[He held her in his arms, fingers locked at the nape of her hair entwined within the dark locks until he heard her speak words that held little meaning to a heart that was breaking beneath a confession he had prayed never to hear again. The way she dismissed it, as if her death could mean so little to him. She had died just like Ichiru... just like his parents. And he? He continued to live unable to save the only people who mattered to him. What did it matter how strong he'd grown if he couldn't even protect them?! And here she was, speaking to him as if it meant nothing. As if he should feel nothing. But he wasn't a machine, and yet they always expected him to accept it as fact, as if it didn't tear him apart knowing he had lost them.]

.....

[He pulled away, his eyes drowning in a sea of grey. If she wanted him to accept it like a machine then he'd do it. After everything she'd done for him, it was the least he could do.]

Whe--

[The lump in his throat was lodged so deep he couldn't swallow past it. It hurt to speak. To sit there and pretend he wasn't breaking, but he pushed past it. For her, he pushed past it.]

When... did it happen?