[ It didn't hurt him. That four-letter word couldn't possibly capture the pure devastation of losing him the way he did. It didn't hurt him. It shattered him to the point of corruption. If he hadn't slept under the cherry blossom tree every night, he would have likely joined him in the sea.
No, it didn't hurt.
I died here.
The same way it doesn't hurt to hear Allen speak of his end so casually while they stood in a field of blood. His blood. He didn't come from a world of blood and death. He'd never witnessed such horrors before Trench. It was always a fleeting thought, closer to home among heroes, but mostly out of sight. Allen's world isn't a world he understands how to navigate and needs time to reorient himself. Time to rein in his sorrow. As the tears fade and he pulls himself together despite the image of his death firmly branded in his mind, Shouto stills, focusing on Allen's voice that always brought him back. Knowing he was here, alive and breathing, eases some of the heartache, enough to function at least. He nods without looking up, touching upon the bond that felt like Allen on the other side. ]
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No, it didn't hurt.
I died here.
The same way it doesn't hurt to hear Allen speak of his end so casually while they stood in a field of blood. His blood. He didn't come from a world of blood and death. He'd never witnessed such horrors before Trench. It was always a fleeting thought, closer to home among heroes, but mostly out of sight. Allen's world isn't a world he understands how to navigate and needs time to reorient himself. Time to rein in his sorrow. As the tears fade and he pulls himself together despite the image of his death firmly branded in his mind, Shouto stills, focusing on Allen's voice that always brought him back. Knowing he was here, alive and breathing, eases some of the heartache, enough to function at least. He nods without looking up, touching upon the bond that felt like Allen on the other side. ]
I'm here too.