senri hears the words, but in pieces. like he's unable to process them, like he doesn't hear them correctly. like he's expecting any other end to those phrases. like he's waiting to hear that there's a different end to shiki's story.
in his ears, there's a ringing. the realization that he doesn't know what to say. that there is no script he can pull from to say the right thing here, and yet the spotlight is on him to respond to her.
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come back to - life.
senri hears the words, but in pieces. like he's unable to process them, like he doesn't hear them correctly. like he's expecting any other end to those phrases. like he's waiting to hear that there's a different end to shiki's story.
in his ears, there's a ringing. the realization that he doesn't know what to say. that there is no script he can pull from to say the right thing here, and yet the spotlight is on him to respond to her.
(what can he say? what if he makes it worse?)]
..... Shiks, I—
I didn't know. I'm sorry.