@gentledarkness-king [ continued. ]
Being in the hands of the Destructive Light was no fun experience. Especially when he was being injected with it gradually.
Although... Mamoru, no longer Sakimu, had miraculously restored his pure self. It was shocking, to say the least. He had expected to die during such conflict.
He sat up, then froze at the sound of Haou’s voice. Why is he here? What for? How does he sound so calm? Why does he look as if nothing happened at all?
‘Why are you looking at me like that? Why...?’
With no mask to conceal his face, clear guilt and sorrow crossed his features. It was probably the first time Haou would see Shugo with his genuine emotions. And it was probably also the first time Haou would see Shugo spilling tears. Sniffling silently, the blonde could only cry into his own hands. He was a quiet crier, so he made barely any sound.
“I-I am sorry, I am so- sorry...!”
He whispered, wishing he had died. He had caused the kingdom enough trouble.
