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It’s only a trinket, he tells himself; a small statue, shaped like a bird. Still, it’s enough to trigger an influx of memories. Fushimi isn’t the only one to suffer– if anything, he’d suffered the least, right? In regards to the loss of both HOMRA’s King & Vassal. Yet, he cares. He cares so much that he thinks it might tear him apart.
Perhaps it’s unbearable at times, because he knows it’s too late. At least with the others he’d eventually found the forgiveness he’d craved, but for Totsuka… there wasn’t any way his voice could reach that far, was there ? Not to mention, that idiot was one of the only ones to recognise that he felt out of place– who understood.
Fingers curl about the small statue in his hold, legs draped over the edge of his bed. The room is deathly silent, save for the quiet, muffled sound of voices down the hallway. As per usual, he can’t cry. Fushimi only feels a nauseating, uncomfortable twisting in his abdomen as his head inclines, eyes fluttering closed. “ Dumbass… ”
“ …I wanted to thank you for believing in me when no one else would. It was because of you that Kusanagi-san changed his mind, too, wasn’t it? Mikoto-san knew, I know that, but you… were always so good to me. Sorry I didn’t…” Return that kindness.
