[ Happiness is fleeting: Yuji had learned that far too quickly, the weight of - well, their entire world baring down on him as he tries to scramble his way out. He knows for a fact that he and Fushiguro are destined to suffer more for their choices, for trying to do the right thing, and the pain of that is something he can't ignore. Mahito was right; they're the same, too painfully similar, Yuji a cog in a machine against curses just as Mahito was a mirror image for humans.
They're both murderers, too, in the end. Even as he sinks into Fushiguro's arms and draws on his strength, Yuji knows that his hands are stained with a red that will never come out, no matter how much he washes them.
Nodding his head, he squeezes his friend gently before he breathes out softly. ]
Yeah?
[ He tilts his head, but doesn't draw away from Megumi's embrace, expression fond. ]
That's fine. I'll get us something for dinner and we can watch a movie or something?
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They're both murderers, too, in the end. Even as he sinks into Fushiguro's arms and draws on his strength, Yuji knows that his hands are stained with a red that will never come out, no matter how much he washes them.
Nodding his head, he squeezes his friend gently before he breathes out softly. ]
Yeah?
[ He tilts his head, but doesn't draw away from Megumi's embrace, expression fond. ]
That's fine. I'll get us something for dinner and we can watch a movie or something?