(Smoke)
It's a nice place. It's just like Izumo's bar. Only there's no second floor and the front door is locked. But it's fine in here.
Tatara sat on a barstool, his arms on the bar counter, replaying his memories of the bartender.
A good friend. He regretted leaving him behind. He regretting leaving.
His thoughts are interrupted when the the tinkle of a bell signals the door opening and the familiar heavy footfalls cause Tatara to abruptly stand to face the person.
"You… why…"
No… no… no! Not him… he can't be here!
"Yo. You look well."
It's him.
"King… what are you doing here."
His voice is shaking.
Silence.
"King! If you're here then… then you're dead!"
"Guess I am."
No… no!
"King! You can't be dead!"
Suoh's expression didn't change as Tatara's hands clutched the collar of his shirt, his soft voice becoming a yell of shock, anger and pain.
"So even you can get sad and angry."
"What about Homura? Yata? Anna? Izumo? You can't leave them behind! They… they…"
Tatara's voice left him as he sank down to the floor, all his energy gone.
"Just like you left them."
I left them too… right…
The memory of Izumo's expression as he watched him die…
"I guess that makes me a hypocrite…"