They cut deep. He knew words could be used like knives, but for the other to lash out like that, on a wound that was so fresh made him sink to his knees and bury his face into his hands. There was no way to change it, there was no doubt in that. Did Seishiro die that day? Was he to blame for it all?

Is that why he had Seishiro's eye here? His head spun with questions, and conclusions. His hand dropped to the floor, steadying himself from collapsing.

"There's not. I know there's not."