week 0 | sunday post-execution | shinssin

[speckling]

don't judge me i like this ce art too

[ the roof of the hotel is actually quite nice to hand out on? idk if we can be here but we know it's inconsequential for right now because we lose this hotel next week. anyway, despite being more tired than madara thought he can be, he calls out: ]

Shinssin-san, you there?

[ he has good hunches, shinssin has (?)-rank presence concealment here. or something. ]

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[shinssin]

Because now I—

[ I can't go on. ]

I don't know what to do.

[ His voice cracks.

Ah, he really is pathetic.

To have the death of a girl he barely knows affect him this much. To be scolded by a boy who's stronger than he could have been when she was here...

Some Heroic Spirit he is. ]

I don't know what to do...