[Now that Minako's not completely attached to him, he carefully takes another few steps backwards and sits at the very end of the bed near her bag. He shakes his head.]
Stupid kid.
[He had never believed words would or could change anything—at least when it came to this. Couldn't change what happened. Saying he was sorry didn't mean much in comparison to what had happened. Hard to balance the scales when there was a dead body weighing one side down. From then on, the scales were always a skewed to one side, and that side had always been heavy. When he had thought he was dying, he had hoped his own corpse would be able to almost set things to rights.
Something in his voice is a little bit broken again, a single loose cog in the gears, though otherwise it runs as it usually does.]
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Stupid kid.
[He had never believed words would or could change anything—at least when it came to this. Couldn't change what happened. Saying he was sorry didn't mean much in comparison to what had happened. Hard to balance the scales when there was a dead body weighing one side down. From then on, the scales were always a skewed to one side, and that side had always been heavy. When he had thought he was dying, he had hoped his own corpse would be able to almost set things to rights.
Something in his voice is a little bit broken again, a single loose cog in the gears, though otherwise it runs as it usually does.]
...I never asked him to.