[ Okay, well. What Suguru was expecting was for Satoru to open to him about the paranoia he's carried ever since Toji beat his ass, and the incessant pressure to always be in control and safe.
What he was not expecting? This.
The words sink in, making no sense, and yet being so very easy to picture.
A village. Non-sorcerers. Screaming, yelling, letting his blood and sanity slip for the sake of their ungrateful safety.
He killed them all? And his own parents?
His own parents?
He yanks his wrist from Satoru's grip, half expecting the explanation to be a joke, but fully knowing that it isn't. ]
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What he was not expecting? This.
The words sink in, making no sense, and yet being so very easy to picture.
A village. Non-sorcerers. Screaming, yelling, letting his blood and sanity slip for the sake of their ungrateful safety.
He killed them all? And his own parents?
His own parents?
He yanks his wrist from Satoru's grip, half expecting the explanation to be a joke, but fully knowing that it isn't. ]
Why didn't you tell me sooner?