[Makoto surely asked that to be helpful, right? He was concerned, right?
And yet those very feelings had the words that Sunny wanted to say clog up in his throat.
‘I’m bad.’
‘You shouldn’t trust me.’
‘I’ve done something awful.’
None of those words could escape him. His thoughts were held back like a steel trap, the force with which almost made him nauseous.
Instead, Sunny forced himself to take a step forward.] N-nothing… [Makoto knew nothing. Sunny would say nothing. He was determined to keep it that way. Until the kiln of his sins would crack under enough pressure.]
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And yet those very feelings had the words that Sunny wanted to say clog up in his throat.
‘I’m bad.’
‘You shouldn’t trust me.’
‘I’ve done something awful.’
None of those words could escape him. His thoughts were held back like a steel trap, the force with which almost made him nauseous.
Instead, Sunny forced himself to take a step forward.] N-nothing… [Makoto knew nothing. Sunny would say nothing. He was determined to keep it that way. Until the kiln of his sins would crack under enough pressure.]