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He looked quietly up at the stars, the boundless heavens stretching beyond the mountains in the distance and out of his sight.
He watched the innumerable stars through bleary, despondent eyes; his broken heart revealed only to the sky above him.
He felt the soft gore that had been driven beneath his fingernails; felt the drying blood that had seeped into his cracked ebony gloves.
Kazuma's battered body was exhausted and weak and he felt as though he had been the one who had lost his life--instead of his devoted best friend.
That's why he had done the unthinkable.
…But to Kazuma, it hadn't been enough. The destruction, the revenge…it would never be enough.
Underneath the cold blanket of the starry sky, Kazuma wept, needing to desperately prove to the world how much Kimishima had meant to him. How much his death had enraged him, pained him…
Broken him.
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