[It's not, and it's not remotely okay. He feels like he's going to be sick. He wants to puke, an d his legs are too shaky to hold him up anymore. He'll just double-check for a pulse while he's down here, and when there isn't one he'll curl up, cradling the corpse and pressing his face into Shinji's hair.
He can't handle it. The idea that he'll never seen that bratty pout again, or watch the boys cuddle up, or even get into arguments, is too much to bear. It's his fault for telling her the wrong things, but... But it's still not fair.]
This isn't what I wanted! It's-- Shinji-- You got it wrong, so...
[So give him back. Only that's not possible, and Byakuya knows it, so he's just going to trail off and dissolve into tears.]
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[It's not, and it's not remotely okay. He feels like he's going to be sick. He wants to puke, an d his legs are too shaky to hold him up anymore. He'll just double-check for a pulse while he's down here, and when there isn't one he'll curl up, cradling the corpse and pressing his face into Shinji's hair.
He can't handle it. The idea that he'll never seen that bratty pout again, or watch the boys cuddle up, or even get into arguments, is too much to bear. It's his fault for telling her the wrong things, but... But it's still not fair.]
This isn't what I wanted! It's-- Shinji-- You got it wrong, so...
[So give him back. Only that's not possible, and Byakuya knows it, so he's just going to trail off and dissolve into tears.]
I'm sorry...