[ Yuji leans back, sighing softly as he closes his eyes. To have Nanami back, to hear words about himself... From that man... He feels himself flooded with warmth and butterflies, but also a strange kind of grief. ]
I didn't mean to do that. I didn't want him to go and fight. Is it my fault, that he was down there in Shibuya? If... If I'd convinced him otherwise, or if I'd been faster to get to him, maybe Ieiri-san could've...
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[ Yuji leans back, sighing softly as he closes his eyes. To have Nanami back, to hear words about himself... From that man... He feels himself flooded with warmth and butterflies, but also a strange kind of grief. ]
I didn't mean to do that. I didn't want him to go and fight. Is it my fault, that he was down there in Shibuya? If... If I'd convinced him otherwise, or if I'd been faster to get to him, maybe Ieiri-san could've...
[ He chews on his lip. ]
Stupid to think about.