[It's difficult to hear Cy sound like this. A far and removed step away from the formidable presentation of someone so controlled, put-together, so learned on the pain of life and living with no other option—but he also understands the effort it seems to have taken Cy to get to that point, based on all he's heard. That he uses the same breathing method he taught Sasuke, that his voice is wounded despite its care.
The aching in his chest feels sore. He doesn't begrudge whatever secrets Cy is still keeping, when he has so many of his own yet unspoken.]
It wasn't my fault. [Surrendered with no effort, his hand roots around, seeking one of Cy's.] I know.
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The aching in his chest feels sore. He doesn't begrudge whatever secrets Cy is still keeping, when he has so many of his own yet unspoken.]
It wasn't my fault. [Surrendered with no effort, his hand roots around, seeking one of Cy's.] I know.