[He glances up a little sadly at that, and places a hand against Mitsutada’s cheek. Hearing that weakens his resolve a bit, but no, he mustn’t give into it.]
... Mitsutada...
[He lets his hand rest there for a moment longer after he is released from Mitsutada’s arms before getting up.]
Yes, let’s go.
[That’s when he notices the clothes on the floor and realises that his top has been changed and he remembers what happened before he passed out. He tenses a bit. He doesn’t really mind that Mitsutada helped him change as he knows he was trying to help... but what he minds the most is that...]
... you saw my back...?
[Those repulsive and hideous scars that he hates so much and that he is sure everyone else will find disgusting...]
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... Mitsutada...
[He lets his hand rest there for a moment longer after he is released from Mitsutada’s arms before getting up.]
Yes, let’s go.
[That’s when he notices the clothes on the floor and realises that his top has been changed and he remembers what happened before he passed out. He tenses a bit. He doesn’t really mind that Mitsutada helped him change as he knows he was trying to help... but what he minds the most is that...]
... you saw my back...?
[Those repulsive and hideous scars that he hates so much and that he is sure everyone else will find disgusting...]