Tobio spends a long, solid while with a hand against the Memorial pole. It always seemed oddly quiet in this area, so it was a great place to get away and just… think. It was the final day, the final hour, and Tobio knew a fight was coming for him.
Even though he knew a fight was coming, it didn’t stop him from being unsure. If anything… it was the battle and whom it would be against that had him truly, truly wavering.
“I don’t know… what I’m thinking anymore. But if my gut feeling is true…”
He stares at the floor, his hands clenching into fists – one against the pole, and the other into his shirt.
“I wanted to make it out with everyone. I wanted to make sure everyone got out safely…”
His eyes began to water.
“That meant you, too…”
Even if he didn’t deserve it, even if none of them did… was it still too bad to want it to come true?
All he knew is that no matter what… he said he’d follow through… until the end.
A few moments later, all that was left of the boy was the residual flutter of bright yellow jacket and the stars underneath, guiding his way home.