[And how could he not, Yamagi answers it for himself. Shino, full of life, lungs brimming with laughter and eyes with mischief. Shino's deserved to live the most out of all of them.
These invasive thoughts haven't haunted Yamagi in months. The descend on him now with the harshness of Earth's sun and he feels his stomach drop.
He can't breathe.
His fingers bunched in the soft material of Shino's shirt, blood draining from his lips as he forces air past them, forcing the words out with them.]
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These invasive thoughts haven't haunted Yamagi in months. The descend on him now with the harshness of Earth's sun and he feels his stomach drop.
He can't breathe.
His fingers bunched in the soft material of Shino's shirt, blood draining from his lips as he forces air past them, forcing the words out with them.]
We're going together, right?