[The dull ache in his chest is almost crippling. How did he know to talk about war and death? How did he know that would trigger such a crushing wave of emotion? Waku, dead in an instant for reasons then unknown; Kako, stabbed in the throat by a horribly misused girl bent on revenge; and all the others, all those deaths. All those people he couldn't grow close to.
And then Nagi, always teetering on the brink of death, and Moji willing to push him over to take something for his own. Someone. To win a beloved girl like a prize.]
I don't deserve it. [Quietly, a hint of emotion finally slipping into his voice.]