[How long has it been since he's had a proper meet and greet? It feels like forever, even though it's only been months... How long since people lined up to see him? He can't remember right now, though it's fuzzy on the edges of his memory.
He's still standing. After everything. After Kanata. After Eichi. After his family. He's still standing. The sentiment echoes in his head and distorts, reminding him of his reality outside of this. He has to perform again. This hero speech is working; the delivery reminds him of--]
Chiaki?
[No. No, Chiaki is red. Kanata is blue.
And suddenly he's back in Rio, in borrowed purple, helplessly watching as they tear Kanata proverbially to shreds a million miles away.
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He's still standing. After everything. After Kanata. After Eichi. After his family. He's still standing. The sentiment echoes in his head and distorts, reminding him of his reality outside of this. He has to perform again. This hero speech is working; the delivery reminds him of--]
Chiaki?
[No. No, Chiaki is red. Kanata is blue.
And suddenly he's back in Rio, in borrowed purple, helplessly watching as they tear Kanata proverbially to shreds a million miles away.
He grips the hand holding his.]
Sorry... I can't save anybody.