The first time you visited her, an icy blizzard blew up in your face.
After all, you were the pawn that survived. The king, queen, knights, bishops, castles...they were all dead.
All dead, except for you, a useless little pawn, right?
You release a shaky sigh and cry some more. Your world has been shut down in front of your very eyes, you have seen and felt and bore everything., it seems for you. There was one thing they never understood, though.
No one understood what it was like to be the surviving soldier.
You were the only left, useless little Matsuda. Everyone else was gone.
Dead.
What a baby you are, Matsuda. You are pitied by few, that is a promise. No one can appreciate that last surviving soldier, especially when he was so smallfragileweak.
Weak.
Weak.
Weak.
That's what you were, right? Always. You never did anything helpful enough to the Task Force.
You simply weren't enough Matsuda, can't you understand that?
Instead of sitting there, shrinking back in the scorned looks bestowed upon you, you stand, your heart sinking in its weight of guilt and sorrow.
And even though you know you're stupid and you're going to regret it, you knock on the door of the Yagami household.
Saiko opens the door and her face twists into the scorn, the look you simply can't stand anymore. You flinch when she slams the door shut.
You continue to stand there because you feel obligated to, you decide. The snow keeps falling, and you pretend that you don't care.
