"I'm s-scared…"

The trembling voice, the erratic breaths, the blood seeping through your fingers, the desperate pleas for any sort of comfort– how were you even supposed to act?

Heizou laid in your arms, on the dirtied floor. The foul smell of copper tainted the air, making it impossible to think straight.

You just… shot him.

And it was all your fault.

Heizou had such a pained expression on his face, he looked utterly terrified, but somehow, he looked at you with forgiveness.