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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.