[Tsuzuki crumples in on himself under the impact of her words, curling tighter against his knees. His hands clench against his face until his nails dig in at his hairline hard enough to draw blood.
He'd said. He'd promised. He'd needed to protect Hisoka and he'd been helpless to stop it.
A keening noise works its way free from his throat.]
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He'd said. He'd promised. He'd needed to protect Hisoka and he'd been helpless to stop it.
A keening noise works its way free from his throat.]