[He watches through it, right to its gory end. His hands shake a little as he turns it off. The grinding of his teeth is audible and the tracks of tears running down his face is unmistakable.
He knew that look. He knew that feeling. A man who'd been more than a friend. More than a hero. He'd been his brother. The person who was the greatest in the world, to him.
Had ripped Ikki's own heart as he'd killed his friends and supports, one at a time because Ikki had never actually really mattered.
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He knew that look. He knew that feeling. A man who'd been more than a friend. More than a hero. He'd been his brother. The person who was the greatest in the world, to him.
Had ripped Ikki's own heart as he'd killed his friends and supports, one at a time because Ikki had never actually really mattered.
This kid huddled next to him. He knew him, now.]
This... this fuck, is Pan? Right?