[Rin grips at his upper arm tightly, trying and failing to hide that he's visibly shaking. He looks absolutely crestfallen, two heavy years coming down on him like a rockslide. All the things he didn't want to believe were entirely true and there was shit all he could do about any of it.
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He feels like he's going to be sick.]
Would it matter... ? I don't wanna hear anymore.
[A beat, then very softly-]
Sorry.