[She ruffles his hair, and he suddenly and sharply remembers Father Fujimoto.
He pulls back, breaking out of her grip without shoving his way out, his jaw tense and his expression schooled into determination. He isn't looking at her, his attention focused inwards. He's tired, exhausted, and "you should talk to someone".
Ha. This didn't help at all.]
You're right. We aren't.
[How can he protect anyone if they won't let him, if they insist on throwing themselves into danger?]
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He pulls back, breaking out of her grip without shoving his way out, his jaw tense and his expression schooled into determination. He isn't looking at her, his attention focused inwards. He's tired, exhausted, and "you should talk to someone".
Ha. This didn't help at all.]
You're right. We aren't.
[How can he protect anyone if they won't let him, if they insist on throwing themselves into danger?]