[Tsuzuki shakes his head, no, with sudden determination, before lifting his face from his knees again. Tears streak his cheeks, but he doesn't seem to notice them there as he looks earnestly at her.]
No. I brought him. It's my--
[He chokes on the sentence and buries his face in his hands.
He can't let Elsa blame herself. It's his fault. Hisoka's gone and he can't -- there's no bringing him back. Tsuzuki couldn't protect him, can't go after him, and can't bear it. Not this. Anything else, but not this.]
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No. I brought him. It's my--
[He chokes on the sentence and buries his face in his hands.
He can't let Elsa blame herself. It's his fault. Hisoka's gone and he can't -- there's no bringing him back. Tsuzuki couldn't protect him, can't go after him, and can't bear it. Not this. Anything else, but not this.]