[...why is it that Marie had to be surrounded by people like this? even if Itsuki had grown up unloved and abandoned, he at least had Kazuha, no matter how brief a time. Why was she abandoned? Why was she hated? Why wasn't she given a chance?]
...I'm just myself -- the only person whose mind I know is mine.
[he has only that answer to offer her, even as he sits here with his wet eyes, tears welling at the corners, grief sinking its claws into his heart. grief for marie, grief for buzen, grief for himself.
maybe Wicked wanted to hurt him, maybe he was just collateral damage for what she wanted to achieve. either way, he thinks she's achieved something. buzen's gone and tomorrow -- so will Marie. the two people Itsuki cares most about, gone in a swoop.]
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...I'm just myself -- the only person whose mind I know is mine.
[he has only that answer to offer her, even as he sits here with his wet eyes, tears welling at the corners, grief sinking its claws into his heart. grief for marie, grief for buzen, grief for himself.
maybe Wicked wanted to hurt him, maybe he was just collateral damage for what she wanted to achieve. either way, he thinks she's achieved something. buzen's gone and tomorrow -- so will Marie. the two people Itsuki cares most about, gone in a swoop.]