...She would want to live. Who wouldn't want to live, instead of dying?
[But no, that's not right. The words feel wrong in his mouth, ill-fitted, like marbles on his tongue.
In the distance, as if through water and from very far away, someone can be heard faintly yelling: Yeah, well, it doesn't make sense rescuing your mom so she can spend the whole life mourning the death of her son!
He looks up, abrupt, and his gaze snaps from Kirigiri to come to rest on the figure in the bed.
I never asked for you, she'd said. Is that...the kind of mother who would mourn a son...?]
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[But no, that's not right. The words feel wrong in his mouth, ill-fitted, like marbles on his tongue.
In the distance, as if through water and from very far away, someone can be heard faintly yelling: Yeah, well, it doesn't make sense rescuing your mom so she can spend the whole life mourning the death of her son!
He looks up, abrupt, and his gaze snaps from Kirigiri to come to rest on the figure in the bed.
I never asked for you, she'd said. Is that...the kind of mother who would mourn a son...?]
She...she...