[Ren doesn’t move from his place on the ground, fist still tensed against it, body shaking with a miserable mix of anger, grief, and...
[Guilt. Hearing Ryuji’s soft words behind him, words of blame and self-depreciation - it’s too much to take, and Ren’s fist spreads out into a palm against the ground as he shakes his head.]
No...[It’s a whisper this time, and somehow, in a place where breath won’t come and where his body doesn’t ache despite his bruising, wet tears manage to splatter against the ground.]
I failed you...
[The phone. All he had to do was convince Nijima, and he couldn’t.
[Ryuji is dead, and the rest of his friends will no doubt be following.
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[Guilt. Hearing Ryuji’s soft words behind him, words of blame and self-depreciation - it’s too much to take, and Ren’s fist spreads out into a palm against the ground as he shakes his head.]
No...[It’s a whisper this time, and somehow, in a place where breath won’t come and where his body doesn’t ache despite his bruising, wet tears manage to splatter against the ground.]
I failed you...
[The phone. All he had to do was convince Nijima, and he couldn’t.
[Ryuji is dead, and the rest of his friends will no doubt be following.
[He’d killed them all.]