[Takatora's never felt at such a loss for what to do as he does right now, except for perhaps when he'd first heard about the forest and had yet to meet Ryouma. Ryouma had managed to give him hope that somehow they could survive, but for that brief time... the feeling in his heart was the same as it is now. What are the chances he can change anything? He's not even sure if he'll be alive when he returns to his own world, or if he'll ever be able to go back.
It really does hurt, to think of all the sacrifices he'd made and all the time he'd spent trying to save the world. ... and this is how it ends, with all of his work being for nothing. Nearly half of his life wasted.]
... I'm sorry, Mitsuzane.
[Takatora's not even sure what he's apologizing for, but he feels like his brother needs to hear it. At the very least, maybe he's apologizing for never being there for his brother in the first place. Maybe that would have changed things, somehow.]
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It really does hurt, to think of all the sacrifices he'd made and all the time he'd spent trying to save the world. ... and this is how it ends, with all of his work being for nothing. Nearly half of his life wasted.]
... I'm sorry, Mitsuzane.
[Takatora's not even sure what he's apologizing for, but he feels like his brother needs to hear it. At the very least, maybe he's apologizing for never being there for his brother in the first place. Maybe that would have changed things, somehow.]