[ The pleading stare Kuroko gives him forces him to close his eyes, granting both him a moment of delusion and an escape for tears in his eyes. He steps forward and weakly embraces Kuroko, shaking his head in place of asking, begging for the other boy not to fight him on this.

It's all he can do to keep back how deep the cuts of his own failure and helplessness hurt. ]

I'm going to... [ The words follow a labored, rasped swallow, and end on him stepping back, flashing a silver gun he so rarely uses, willing it to explain for him when words are lost to him, taken by the fog in his head. He tightens his grip on it, wordlessly asking it for the strength he struggles to find alone, but Otonashi quickly finds Hinata's old weapon to be a poor replacement for the bright personality that offered him friendship when he had nothing. Or is this Yuri's? Is it her unorthodox strength that he's trying to reclaim?

No matter the memory he wants to invoke, Otonashi feels his stomach twist, sick on the familiar taste of his own bitter, tired defeat. His best wasn't enough.

It rarely seems to be. ]

Hah... There really is no god, Buddha, or angels...

I'm... I'll take care of Akashi from here. Please take any - any supplies you need with you.