[ no resistance comes, when beau brings ichiro over to join him, and he instead just leans into them with a miserable noise in his throat. his eyes are wet, but it's obviously just as much frustration as it is grief. he's so angry, his temper grinding gears together in his head so that there's just a stream of squiggles and scribbles and grating thoughts for a moment.

but though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light, squeezes its way out, kon's voice more thoughtful and reflective. an older memory of this place. it feels like forever ago. ]

She'll make you pay her back for it. [ breathe in, breathe out, he echoes in actions more than thought. it still shudders and hisses a little through his teeth, but steadies, slowly, surely. ] And Sakyou won't let any of us live it down if we don't figure things out.