[He wavers for a moment. He's a bad person for what he did, and he knows it. His brother's disappointment pushed that through to him once more - even if his brother isn't the shining example of right that he thought he was when he was younger, he's right to be disappointed.]
[He shakes his head very slightly, trying to fight back tears. Yuko puts her head on his other shoulder, but he pulls away from her and from Kouta to wipe at his face. No. He can't cry. Not here, not now. But it's hard to get his words out when his throat is closing and emotions threaten to overwhelm him. He has to stay strong. He has to be a pillar - a rock. Unmoved and heavy with his own sins, not flexible and swayed by the simple faith Kouta's showing him.]
[He can't. this is his burden, his mistake. His own thing to carry on no matter what.]
It's not the sort of thing that's forgivable, Kouta-san... you'll see. I've... done a lot that's a mistake. I don't deserve your forgiveness, or the forgiveness of anyone else.
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[He shakes his head very slightly, trying to fight back tears. Yuko puts her head on his other shoulder, but he pulls away from her and from Kouta to wipe at his face. No. He can't cry. Not here, not now. But it's hard to get his words out when his throat is closing and emotions threaten to overwhelm him. He has to stay strong. He has to be a pillar - a rock. Unmoved and heavy with his own sins, not flexible and swayed by the simple faith Kouta's showing him.]
[He can't. this is his burden, his mistake. His own thing to carry on no matter what.]
It's not the sort of thing that's forgivable, Kouta-san... you'll see. I've... done a lot that's a mistake. I don't deserve your forgiveness, or the forgiveness of anyone else.