Don't apologize. I don't know what happened, but I can assure you I'm going to find out. Whatever he might have done, he didn't-
[Ryouma pauses. He closes his eyes, takes a moment to steady himself, then opens his eyes once more and continues.]
... he didn't feel it necessary to tell me. He wouldn't answer my messages.
[And there's another moment of hesitation where he watches Takatora, still trying to keep himself as unemotional as possible. ... but there are some obvious cracks.]
None of this is your fault. They wouldn't have brought you here if he wasn't gone.
[... oh. There's another awful weight that hits him, more suddenly than he'd expected, and Ryouma sucks in a breath before turning his head away and bringing one hand up to cover his face. There's a horribly self-defeating attempt at a smile, but it cracks immediately and he looks like he might start crying on the spot.]
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[Ryouma pauses. He closes his eyes, takes a moment to steady himself, then opens his eyes once more and continues.]
... he didn't feel it necessary to tell me. He wouldn't answer my messages.
[And there's another moment of hesitation where he watches Takatora, still trying to keep himself as unemotional as possible. ... but there are some obvious cracks.]
None of this is your fault. They wouldn't have brought you here if he wasn't gone.
[... oh. There's another awful weight that hits him, more suddenly than he'd expected, and Ryouma sucks in a breath before turning his head away and bringing one hand up to cover his face. There's a horribly self-defeating attempt at a smile, but it cracks immediately and he looks like he might start crying on the spot.]
... I don't even know where to find his body.