"Oh Shin ... it's a shame what happened to Kanna, isn't it? Your heart must be breaking on the inside knowing you're alone again." Midori flashed his old friend a smile. "Luckily for you, I can happily offer you a chance to see her again by staring down the barrel of my gun." - Midori
It was jarring realizing that, even after so long, he still found himself struck with mute fear whenever he tried to step up against the man in front of him—years upon years of accumulated anxiety playing a part against him and draining him off courage. The threat felt incoherent and mocking, and yet he couldn’t help but find it just as frightening and real when the other was staring him down with those eyes.
❝ S...S-Shut up...!❞ His voice stuttered when he tried again. His features were still incredibly pale and sweated cold, teeth clenched tight in his evident annoyance and hurt; a fist curled next to him in his unconscious attempt at gathering back his composure. ❝ You don’t get any right to use h-her name like that...❞
...And he certainly didn’t want to die, much less now, after everyone had betrayed him like this and after the organization had ripped open an old wound from his past.
