[It's the voice that strikes him, because it's familiar even through the hate, even through the tears - and it's like he can feel that pain strike him, sharp, like a dagger through the heart as Sakura goes through her list, expression crumpling with each addition, one after the other until his head is bowed so low, his gaze meets only the ground.
The other girl, whose voice is unfamiliar; her answer is cold, even though he knows it's the truth, knows that - sometimes, things happen.
But that doesn't make her right.
He can still move through that pain. He has that luxury, because it isn't even truly his. And so he moves now, dashing with an inhuman speed to place himself between Rin and Sakura, hand outstretched protectively just as he did when he protected her before.]
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The other girl, whose voice is unfamiliar; her answer is cold, even though he knows it's the truth, knows that - sometimes, things happen.
But that doesn't make her right.
He can still move through that pain. He has that luxury, because it isn't even truly his. And so he moves now, dashing with an inhuman speed to place himself between Rin and Sakura, hand outstretched protectively just as he did when he protected her before.]
You can't.
[She can't kill Sakura. He won't allow it.]