[It's a good question. It's a hard question. Tsuzuki can't imagine an answer to it: what now means he has to keep going. Means he can't stop, no matter how tired he is, no matter that he's alone.
The thought of it crumples him down into a tighter curl, although his hands stay where they fall when she releases his wrists, open and limp at his sides.
(He's not alone, he knows: he can still feel his connection to Battler, and Battler's concern. He almost resents it, because it means he really can't stop. He can't fail someone who needs him, and there's still someone who does, so he'll have to think of an answer to Yuuki's question, eventually.
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The thought of it crumples him down into a tighter curl, although his hands stay where they fall when she releases his wrists, open and limp at his sides.
(He's not alone, he knows: he can still feel his connection to Battler, and Battler's concern. He almost resents it, because it means he really can't stop. He can't fail someone who needs him, and there's still someone who does, so he'll have to think of an answer to Yuuki's question, eventually.
He shakes his head slowly against his knees.
He doesn't have an answer yet.]