[Damn. LB's response feels like a gut punch; it hits so close to home. He didn't kill Mitsuba, but it would have been better for her if she had never met him. It's his fault that she spent the last years of her life alone. Had it not been for him she could have fallen in love with a nice, normal man instead. Even as a child he only brought misfortune on his family: the majority of his older siblings was unhappy when they had to take him into their household, and his kind oldest brother got blinded when he protected him from an attack. It all flashes through his memory as he sees her strained smile.]
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[He pulls her in and holds her, one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her head.]
no subject
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[He pulls her in and holds her, one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her head.]
I'm sorry for asking you that.