All Dojima could do was loom over Adachi, his fist still at the side of his head, cratered into the ground, his other hand still gripping Adachi's collar tight. ]
[ ... Maybe Adachi would feel it on his cheek. A drop falling of something wet. Rain? But it was warm-- ]
...What... could I have have done to help you?
[ If he looked up, he'd see.
Still glowing yellow eyes staring down at him. But the rage was slowly vanishing and pooling and dripping down along Dojima's cheeks--
Were tears. ]
What could I have said to stop you?
[ The cold edge to his voice had given way to something else. ]
If I had known, you needed help...
[ If the Shadow is the True Self, then the Truth was...
For as much as Dojima was enraged by Adachi--
For as much as he wanted Adachi to be punished--
...He blamed himself more for not being the partner Adachi needed. ]
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All Dojima could do was loom over Adachi, his fist still at the side of his head, cratered into the ground, his other hand still gripping Adachi's collar tight. ]
[ ... Maybe Adachi would feel it on his cheek. A drop falling of something wet. Rain? But it was warm-- ]
...What... could I have have done to help you?
[ If he looked up, he'd see.
Still glowing yellow eyes staring down at him. But the rage was slowly vanishing and pooling and dripping down along Dojima's cheeks--
Were tears. ]
What could I have said to stop you?
[ The cold edge to his voice had given way to something else. ]
If I had known, you needed help...
[ If the Shadow is the True Self, then the Truth was...
For as much as Dojima was enraged by Adachi--
For as much as he wanted Adachi to be punished--
...He blamed himself more for not being the partner Adachi needed. ]