[ Finding nothing on the path between him and the shared home of Akashi and Kuroko both brings him relief that they might be somewhere private, and cements his mounting dread. He swallows, his hand shaking as it brushes the door.
He wants to speak, but the words die each time he tries. Would using his voice instill hope in Kuroko, only to bring disappointment when it merely belongs to Otonashi? The creak of the door easing open talks for him, killing the silence. He smells of dirt, of ash, of old blood, conflicting against the fragrance of the mangled body awaiting him. ]
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He wants to speak, but the words die each time he tries. Would using his voice instill hope in Kuroko, only to bring disappointment when it merely belongs to Otonashi? The creak of the door easing open talks for him, killing the silence. He smells of dirt, of ash, of old blood, conflicting against the fragrance of the mangled body awaiting him. ]
Hey. Can you step back for me?