[ it's hard to stay stoic when misery comes knocking at your door with a battering ram of emotion share. haru is not terribly emotive, but it doesn't make his actual emotions any less potent; they can share in grief and anger, sustained and steady but just as weighted.

he shuts his eyes for a moment, empathizing as he pieces together what to even say. ]

It didn't matter how many of us were there. [ or so he thinks, anyway. there could've been a thousand of them and it would've made no difference. this felt like a foregone conclusion. ] ...It felt wrong to leave. Or stay. Or not to come at all.

Being there didn't give us any time to say goodbye. [ rang just fucking VANISHED ]