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Tohma needed his help.
K had always known that Tohma’s whole world revolved around Eiri. And although he knew it he always had harboured a small spark of hope that one day Tohma would come to his senses, seeing the author for what he really was, a parasite, feeding in equal measure on the blind, devoted love and the all-consuming guilt the keyboarder restricted himself with.
Tohma would never learn, though. But that was all-right because K was more than willing to take matters in his own hands.
'Enough', K decided and pulled the trigger on a peacefully sleeping Eiri.