[This is overwhelming. Wataru's feelings had been so well hidden, how could anyone have known? How would he have known? He could he have, when love was such a foreign concept? When all he knew how to do was to find the things he wanted and reach out to close his hand around them so tight, to keep them close, even if it might crush them in the process?

He stands from his chair as Wataru extends his hand, and even as it drops away and Wataru is left fighting back tears, Eichi steps forward.

A unit, he's saying. A unit with the two of them? He'd been holding auditions for "fine", but he never wanted new members to join. He wanted to be rid of it, to move onto something else, and this was the perfect idea. Him and his fated enemy... the object of his admiration. He really wanted that? After all of this pain?

His steps stumble forward into a jog, and hopefully Wataru is ready to catch all of Eichi's weight, since he throws himself at the boy entirely, arms reaching to wrap around him, burying his own face into the side of his neck. He's fighting back tears, too. It can be heard in his voice.]

Though it feels shameful for me to say it, the fact that you were feeling all of that is something I never truly realized. More than that... I feel that I have no right to be standing in this room with you now. I wonder why you didn't simply let me fall to the stage and be carried away by staff.

I'm sorry. These words don't carry enough meaning, but at the very least, I'd like to express them. I don't regret everything, but I do regret causing you that pain, in the end. Pressing forward blindly like a child, without knowing any better...

I want to accept your proposal before it's been properly extended. Let's leave fine to die, and create a new unit, the two of us. However... I'd still like to see your last act.

To turn away from it now would be cruel, when I've learned so much. Do you understand? I want you to force that dagger into my stomach... Wataru.