That thought was always there, right back on his mind, somewhere, but there were times when he saw what seemed like undeniable proof of the fact right before his eyes. Times when he was so useless, so utterly helpless to change anything, he felt like nothing else than a waste of space and air on the face of the world.
Like times when he allowed someone's life to be lost.
All courtesy was gone, so was all reservation and politeness. There was no need for such masks, when...
He softly shook the girl's shoulders.
"Ho...Homu-chan...! Wake up, please...!"
-He knew his voice was reaching nowhere. He knew that what he was trying to reach was long left, had faded out like a light with a light. The glass-shards on the ground besides him were proof of that, but he couldn't accept it. Futility was something he wanted to resist, with all his heart. But his heart already knew the truth.
"Homu-chan! No, this wasn't supposed to go like this! You can't leave yet!! Didn't you say you had a friend to help still!? I wanted to help you, too! It sounded like such a great wish, too! I really, really wanted to help you!!! But I... I....!"
His arms grew weak. The body slipped from his arms and fell to the ground. His knees, too, grew weak. They gave in and he fell.
"...I'm still... completely useless..."
Tears fell and shone alongside shards of colored glass in the sinking evening sun over a battle field abandoned by a victorious enemy.