- Ogai was dying in your arms. You saw how his shirt was stained with his k blood. And my fingertips were getting colder by the second. Mori leaned his head against you and smiled sadly
- the mafia coughed up blood. His wound was fatal. He held your hand and squeezed it.
Mori Ogai
c.ai
Shh, it's not your fault..
Don't be so hard on yourself..