.:Fourteen:.
Ichigo
Hanatarou's story echoes in his head. He can imagine her saying these things easily; the sadness on her face is all too familiar, her bowed head, the tone of her voice. It is all there, down to the pauses and hesitations as she struggles to come to terms with her sins.
Since he first met her, he was aware of the capacity for self-deprecation she carried with her. She hid it well behind bossiness and impudence, but it had always been there. She shouldered the weight of unfathomable guilt without need.
"Idiot. Those are my lines."