[If it had been Nanami? Of course he wouldn't care. It's practically a no-brainer; even if he was that same pathetic kid who'd never done anything in his life, before the death, the tragedies, the experiment, why would he think less of his best friend? His first friend? One of the few people that had actually cared about someone so worthless as him...
Well, maybe it really was that easy. It was easy to see why people would loath him and their friends for what they'd done, but it was just as easy to still love them anyway. It was even easy to still love Junko, despite how much he hates it.
Still, it didn't seem right. And he squeezed tighter, hunching over as he buried his own face in her shoulder.]
I watched you die...! I just stood there and listened as you bled out in front of me and I didn't do anything...! [His voice was strung out and wrought. Even for how spotty his memory was at times, the image of her struggling on the ground, in a pool of her own blood and covered in punctures is crystal clear in his mind.]
H-How can you say I've never done anything wrong to you...?!
Could he have done anything? Wasn't she too far gone? But that isn't really the crux of the issue, anyway.
Hinata couldn't have done anything, cause it hadn't been him watching. Not exactly. It had been Izuru, beaten down and hurt and abused by the school they were part of, incapable of feeling anything but despair. ]
You... [ She swallows, trying to find the right words. How can she forgive him for that? How come it's so easy? She shakes her head. ]
I don't care. We're here now, and-- and that's what matters.
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Well, maybe it really was that easy. It was easy to see why people would loath him and their friends for what they'd done, but it was just as easy to still love them anyway. It was even easy to still love Junko, despite how much he hates it.
Still, it didn't seem right. And he squeezed tighter, hunching over as he buried his own face in her shoulder.]
I watched you die...! I just stood there and listened as you bled out in front of me and I didn't do anything...! [His voice was strung out and wrought. Even for how spotty his memory was at times, the image of her struggling on the ground, in a pool of her own blood and covered in punctures is crystal clear in his mind.]
H-How can you say I've never done anything wrong to you...?!
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Could he have done anything? Wasn't she too far gone? But that isn't really the crux of the issue, anyway.
Hinata couldn't have done anything, cause it hadn't been him watching. Not exactly. It had been Izuru, beaten down and hurt and abused by the school they were part of, incapable of feeling anything but despair. ]
You... [ She swallows, trying to find the right words. How can she forgive him for that? How come it's so easy? She shakes her head. ]
I don't care. We're here now, and-- and that's what matters.