[ Ishimaru's words are so warm it's suffocating. They're wasted on someone like Mondo.
He's become a monster since he killed Daiya. A monster who can't control his own emotions and fears. A monster who can only unleash his frustrations by breaking things, breaking people. He wonders, would it change anything had he met Ishimaru sooner? Would it stop him from being a murderer? Would it stop Ishimaru from spilling so many tears like he did today, and the day before?
He pretends as if he didn't hear anything and closes the music room door behind him. There's no more use lining up theories. It's all in the past now, and this is the best decision he could've ever made. He knows.
And yet, why is it so hard? ]
Shit.
[ He stares down his trembling, clenched fist, fighting back the urge to punch something.
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He's become a monster since he killed Daiya. A monster who can't control his own emotions and fears. A monster who can only unleash his frustrations by breaking things, breaking people. He wonders, would it change anything had he met Ishimaru sooner? Would it stop him from being a murderer? Would it stop Ishimaru from spilling so many tears like he did today, and the day before?
He pretends as if he didn't hear anything and closes the music room door behind him. There's no more use lining up theories. It's all in the past now, and this is the best decision he could've ever made. He knows.
And yet, why is it so hard? ]
Shit.
[ He stares down his trembling, clenched fist, fighting back the urge to punch something.
Instead, he runs. ]