The pieces that fell into place for Kyosuke already finally fall into place for Juzo, too. Of course. He deserves this, he knows that—he had made the choice to lie. Compared to Chisa, who had been stabbed in the fucking brain and made the decision under those circumstances, Juzo has, what? His cowardice to blame? Nothing better than that? His sick, years-long hopes that hadn't yet faded at the time? His desperation to keep Kyosuke in his life even as a friend, more important to him than being honest with him?
So Kyosuke thinks he and Chisa were Despair bedfellows. He's got no one to fucking blame but himself.
His expression unfolds like a piece of crumpled paper. The horror might as well be an open wound on his face.]
—I'm not one of them. I. Munakata—I lied. I lied because I'm a fucking coward, not because I'm Despair!
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The pieces that fell into place for Kyosuke already finally fall into place for Juzo, too. Of course. He deserves this, he knows that—he had made the choice to lie. Compared to Chisa, who had been stabbed in the fucking brain and made the decision under those circumstances, Juzo has, what? His cowardice to blame? Nothing better than that? His sick, years-long hopes that hadn't yet faded at the time? His desperation to keep Kyosuke in his life even as a friend, more important to him than being honest with him?
So Kyosuke thinks he and Chisa were Despair bedfellows. He's got no one to fucking blame but himself.
His expression unfolds like a piece of crumpled paper. The horror might as well be an open wound on his face.]
—I'm not one of them. I. Munakata—I lied. I lied because I'm a fucking coward, not because I'm Despair!