[He supposes he should've expected that to come up, soon or later. Closing his eyes, he falls silent.
He can still see it in his mind, her head—hear Vincent's laughter, feel the nausea, everything. His hand grips the bedsheet as he remembers, before he finally lets go and opens his eyes. He doesn't quite meet Atsuro's, though.]
... I'll always regret not being able to protect her from him.
[And there it is—the truth Atsuro was asking for.]
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Date: 2010-10-04 12:44 am (UTC)He can still see it in his mind, her head—hear Vincent's laughter, feel the nausea, everything. His hand grips the bedsheet as he remembers, before he finally lets go and opens his eyes. He doesn't quite meet Atsuro's, though.]
... I'll always regret not being able to protect her from him.
[And there it is—the truth Atsuro was asking for.]