I... -She choked again, but this time harder than before, her hands trembling feverishly as she struggled to try and do anything with the fabric in her hands besides wring it within her grip. Tears poured out, and stained everything below.-

I... I don't know! But this is my fault and I have to fix it! I can't face her knowing you died because of me! -She cried out at nothing. The words were barely directed at Shuji at all. He was a phantom lingering in a conflict between a moment that couldn't be changed, and a future that couldn't be stopped.-

She can't lose you, not like this! I can't accept that! I have to do something! -But her words were hollow and each carried its own albatross of shame. Because she knew... she knew what was happening even if she didn't understand his physiology. There was nothing... nothing that could be done...-

You're such an asshole...