[He's less speaking to Lio, and more crying out the name, desperately, desperately sad. It piles on him, as he watches this horrible memory, feeling every ounce of Lio's helplessness. And his own memory is no better. It's his most treasured memory, in so many ways, the one he returned to time and time again. Kray saved him, he's here thanks to Kray. But now, he can only think of Lio and his friends, suffering and in pain. And that horrible, hate-filled look on the Gov's face as he sent him off to die.
Why did the man who saved him do such awful things? And does he still care so much? He lost everything except for this one thing he gained, that he could latch onto, and he's lost that now, too. And gained Lio, but it feels like he can't possibly deserve to cling to Lio that tightly, not when he's sat back and let such terrible things happen to him. He lets his tears roll openly down his cheeks and continues to hold him by the waist, against his chest, but his grip is loose.]
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[He's less speaking to Lio, and more crying out the name, desperately, desperately sad. It piles on him, as he watches this horrible memory, feeling every ounce of Lio's helplessness. And his own memory is no better. It's his most treasured memory, in so many ways, the one he returned to time and time again. Kray saved him, he's here thanks to Kray. But now, he can only think of Lio and his friends, suffering and in pain. And that horrible, hate-filled look on the Gov's face as he sent him off to die.
Why did the man who saved him do such awful things? And does he still care so much? He lost everything except for this one thing he gained, that he could latch onto, and he's lost that now, too. And gained Lio, but it feels like he can't possibly deserve to cling to Lio that tightly, not when he's sat back and let such terrible things happen to him. He lets his tears roll openly down his cheeks and continues to hold him by the waist, against his chest, but his grip is loose.]