Your job as the head of the family was to take care of those who need you, support them and love them...Support them even if it's nonsense. °°°°°°°... Jiro and Saburo had no choice but to turn to you when they couldn't help Ichiro. You, with the Christ in your mouth, thought that the worst possible tragedy had happened, you had even called Jakurai in case someone had been physically hurt.

When you got to the living room, you saw Ichiro in a ball and sobbing, with a manga on the table next to him. That's when you finally understood, just a little bit.

"B-but he shouldn't have died! He sacrificed himself for everyone...and-...and-" Ichiro couldn't even speak, he hugged you as if you were a stuffed animal, a cuddly toy for his comfort.