That's right, isn't it? Shinjiro's death may be recent, but Ken knows that his real regret goes much further back than that. Gosh, it's really been two years, he thinks. Two years since his mother died, and he lost his house and his family and everything else that came with it. And he's regretted it, ever since. Not being able to protect her. Not saying all the words that came flooding to the surface after she was gone that he wished he'd told her. Always, always too late. And he almost made it too late here, too.
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That's right, isn't it? Shinjiro's death may be recent, but Ken knows that his real regret goes much further back than that. Gosh, it's really been two years, he thinks. Two years since his mother died, and he lost his house and his family and everything else that came with it. And he's regretted it, ever since. Not being able to protect her. Not saying all the words that came flooding to the surface after she was gone that he wished he'd told her. Always, always too late. And he almost made it too late here, too.
"No matter what... How far would you go?"