[Izumo says nothing for a moment, longing for a cigarette, but he doesn't want to move.
If he moves, then maybe this illusion of Totsuka will disappear, and he can't - he doesn't want that to happen.
Not yet.
He rubs his face, suddenly looking tired, exhausted by allowing his emotions to actually let go like that.] Doesn't matter. I'd be the last one left now.
[And that's what really bugs him. The three of them started this together. It should've just been the three of them staying together. Totsuka died and who knows how much longer Mikoto has left.]
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If he moves, then maybe this illusion of Totsuka will disappear, and he can't - he doesn't want that to happen.
Not yet.
He rubs his face, suddenly looking tired, exhausted by allowing his emotions to actually let go like that.] Doesn't matter. I'd be the last one left now.
[And that's what really bugs him. The three of them started this together. It should've just been the three of them staying together. Totsuka died and who knows how much longer Mikoto has left.]