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[She is. Hesitant.

But she also can see that Ichigo is hurting, and that hits her right in her feelings.]

...of course.

[bladeisme]

...Thank you.

[He enters, taking in the surroundings - before taking a seat in a nearby chair, looking both nervous...and vulnerable.]

I -

[He cuts himself off, looking away for a moment, before looking back up.]

...Do you - I mean -

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...Were you....going to spare him?

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...

[That question seems to hit her deep, and hard.]

I wanted to, yes. It seemed like a good plan to me.

[bladeisme]

['I wanted to.'

His eyes widen, and for a moment - it's like he's making sure that she's telling the truth, before deciding that yes, maybe, just maybe...

He lowers his head, tears dropping onto his hand as he tries to hold himself back from completely breaking down in front of her.]

I...I see.....

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I'm sorry, Ichigo. I'm sorry I couldn't save him.

[bladeisme]

...Don't. Neither - Neither could I.

[His shoulders shake with the effort, shutting his eyes as if that'll help stem the tide of tears.]

I - hated you, but...it wasn't your fault, was it? You - you wanted to save him.

[It hurts - It hurts so much, and he's not sure he can do anything else but sit here and try not to drown in all of his emotions.]

....I'm sorry-!

[...But he can't keep it back for long, and he breaks into tears right in front of her, bringing his hands up to cover his face.]

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[Oh. Oh Ichigo.

Red is just going to reach over to pull him into a hug. And while she holds him, she's going to start humming.]

[bladeisme]

[He cries on her for a long while, not caring about his body or anything else. Just - that someone is there, and that she doesn't hate him for the hatred he'd displayed.

After a bit, he lets go - pulling up enough to wipe at his eyes sniffling.]

...Sorry. For getting your shirt wet.

[It's said in the muffled way someone has after crying a lot, their sinuses clogged.]

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It's not the first time someone has cried on me.

[It's not the first time this year someone has cried on her.]

Clothes can be washed, but it's hard to heal the soul. Focusing on the latter is more important to me.

[bladeisme]

....Back home, it's not that hard to heal a soul.

[Did...did he just make a joke?

He leans back, frowning a little as his chest moves with him.]

...Hey. You can...turn powers off, right?

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I can, yes. Did you want yours turned off?

[bladeisme]

...Please.

It's - been hard.

[And slightly body dysphoria inducing.]

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[Well she can't blame him so.

Snap, there go the powers.]

If you want them back for anything, let me know.