"Uh...eh?"
Shinji blinks his eyes hidden by his beige locks. He never thought Lucien would feel pity for Tsukino... well, anyone to be precise. In the past when he did kind things, he did it to cure his heart —with all the darkness that was around him that was his way to keep his sanity.
Halting his steps, Shinji sighs, interlocking his hands behind his back.
'He is right, I went overboard in hurting her.'
The young man felt infelicity hugging over his bones. However, did he have the right to be sad? In Tsukino's eyes he has become a meaningless killer —worse than Lucien.
His embroiled gaze lands on the pink moon. He didn't know whether what he did was right or wrong, but it was the best way out of the situation.
'Derniere... will understand, right?'
Looking at his friend staring at the moon, he felt like he could understand him. On another level, he felt like Lucien wouldn't — he knows little about him.
