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[ she's watching this, bewildered. byakuya had said this was part of his fault. all the pain she sees in him, watches him try to endure every day... it was because of this person, wasn't it? and yet, he looks so sad, cradling his body like this. maybe he would almost look peaceful if he weren't covered in blood. the clothes covering his chest and abdomen are soaked, and line of still wet blood trailed from his mouth. it's a mess. how can he hold him like this?

why is he crying.
why.
she'd done a good thing. she was protecting byakuya.
... right? ]

I-I didn't get it wrong! He hurt you!
He hurt you so much! He was bad!