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[ i already regret sasuke and senri ]
i hate that jan made us a shitpost so i already have one to use
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i hate that jan made us a shitpost so i already have one to use
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i hate that jan made us a shitpost so i already have one to use
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i hate that jan made us a shitpost so i already have one to use
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That - was you?
[his voice trembles, and shakes]
... don't be sorry. [and he hates how he already feels himself crying again, and a hand comes up to brush away the tears that are certainly running down his cheeks] Don't be sorry for... giving me something I wanted...
[it's such a difficult feeling.
when this entire time, since he found out about the brooch, he'd been thinking about how deeply he suddenly wishes that people could care about him less. how intensely he wants them to forget him, if it just meant caring about themselves a little bit more.
yet when confronted with this - with this understanding of what was given to him, by someone who cared about him.
he's still too stupid, and selfish to let go]
Don't apologize.... [more brokenly:] Don't go...
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[About them. About him. About everything. But... he hadn't known, hadn't realized, of course, because he's an idiot, that it would hurt Senri.] I should have just... left everything alone. [His hand squeezes Senri's, gently commanding.] Stop crying, blockhead. [There's no heat to any of the words.]
I have to help Ishikirimaru. He can't be alone doing this. I have to go. I promised him I would go. We'll watch the second floor. You two will be fine.
[He turns back just a little. Two fingers jab softly into the middle of Senri's forehead once he raises his other hand.] Tomorrow. [It's as close to a promise he can give without promises.]
Oda, Mouri, and Connor... Help them. Sean... If something happens, tell him I'm sorry. He... [There's a smile only Sean can bring to his face, but it's very weak and very brief.] I hope you... get to see his real face, too.
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he's quiet for so long. he listens to what sasuke says, and he hears it as a responsibility. he understands what sasuke had been feeling, suddenly, when senri asked for his thumbprint. when he was making all these plans just in case something happened to him. he feels the intense need to deny any of it happening, the need to tell sasuke that nothing will happen because he won't let it, but.
it's thursday.
it's thursday, and sasuke is leaving soon, and suddenly there is not very much that senri can do at all.
all he can do is wait, and believe.
so he just watches him, even as his heart stutters in his chest trying to contain everything that he wants to say.]
... tomorrow.
[he latches onto the word, and repeats it with a hope that he refuses to let die.]
Tomorrow, I'm going to thank you again. And I'm going to wait for you to come back. And we'll have another whole week for me to be mad at you, and to thank you for everything you've done for me.
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The only option for my escape is to die then.
[It's a joke, even delivered dryly, but he knows he shouldn't joke that way, not with Senri whose eyes are still watery. Gently, he tries to get his hand back, his face apologetic.]