[But he went down. When everything rode on him him not to, when it mattered most that he prove that he could survive despite what Kaneda said, he couldn't. Maybe Rick knew he would..Rick was the one who told him people return, wasn't he?
Maybe Tetsuo wasn't sure he wanted to. Not if he had to be like this.
His head presses in harder against Rick's shoulder, curling downwards further as his shoulders hitch. Failure burns in his throat, tinging every word. He tried so hard to prove his worth. For a while, he thought he had.
What use is someone who died to a survivor?]
To do what I couldn't.
[His voice is barely above a whisper, thick with emotion. Not 'didn't.' Not 'should have'.
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Maybe Tetsuo wasn't sure he wanted to. Not if he had to be like this.
His head presses in harder against Rick's shoulder, curling downwards further as his shoulders hitch. Failure burns in his throat, tinging every word. He tried so hard to prove his worth. For a while, he thought he had.
What use is someone who died to a survivor?]
To do what I couldn't.
[His voice is barely above a whisper, thick with emotion. Not 'didn't.' Not 'should have'.
Couldn't.]