[Yusuke's quiet, for once, knuckles of his hand pressing against his mouth, his gaze turning down to the tabletop. Akira was a Hangman. He was made to-- then he killed--
Shaken, he asks nothing else for several long moments. He sits, tense all over like taking this information is is the biggest battle he's had to go through. There's a lump in his throat.
...]
... I'm sorry.
[His voice shakes when he speaks and it's hard to tell if he's apologising for his lack of response or for something else. His other hand curls into a fist and it falls onto the table, fingertips and nails pressing tight into his palm. He's absolutely furious, Yusuke belatedly realises, the angriest he's ever been, very much like what he felt with Madarame.]
You shouldn't have had to go through that... You shouldn't have to carry something like that...!
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Shaken, he asks nothing else for several long moments. He sits, tense all over like taking this information is is the biggest battle he's had to go through. There's a lump in his throat.
...]
... I'm sorry.
[His voice shakes when he speaks and it's hard to tell if he's apologising for his lack of response or for something else. His other hand curls into a fist and it falls onto the table, fingertips and nails pressing tight into his palm. He's absolutely furious, Yusuke belatedly realises, the angriest he's ever been, very much like what he felt with Madarame.]
You shouldn't have had to go through that... You shouldn't have to carry something like that...!