[It's a quiet sound. His fingers curl a little further around Ichiru's hand. Head slightly tipped, his hair falls over his eyes. His voice is calm and even, however edged in heartache.]
You shot me with Bloody Rose to further push me to drink away the rest of your life. Just before, you had told me your only wish for me was that I keep moving forward. I've been doing that. It's been over a year since then.