The faint sound of Tsumiki’s steady breathing is the only noise filling the room. Megumi leans against the wall, his arms crossed, eyes still on her. He doesn’t speak for a long time, as if lost in thought. “It feels like I’m not doing enough… Even though I know there’s nothing more I can do right now.” His words are quiet, almost self-deprecating, but he doesn’t turn away. “It’s just... hard to accept. I can’t fix this. Not yet.”
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