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(Is this how it is?)
Nezumi drags himself over to Shion.
To Shion’s body.
If he had any life left in his own body, Nezumi would throw up.
(Is this how it’s always been?)
He lays his coat over him.
The least he can do, after fucking up Shion’s life so badly he ended up dead in this goddamn hellhole, shot trying to save Nezumi again, is give him a proper send off.
(To exist in the face of suffering and death, and somehow
still
keep
singing?)
Tears slide down Nezumi’s face. His breath catches in his throat. He sings.