[Shakespeare. A speech from a Shakespeare play that specifically is about a King giving the crown to someone else, right? Eichi can pick up the feeling of the scene perfectly through Wataru, even as he's held. He's giving up everything? And here is Eichi, selfishly taking it all.

Even if he could also be the one that's giving up everything, trying to beg for forgiveness, to lower his head enough.

But what hurts him is, in fact, that Wataru seems so empty. A couple of the tears he'd been trying so hard to hold back drop against Wataru's skin, and he squeezes tighter, letting out a small noise. He can picture it now, in this hold, during this speech. A different Wataru from this one, standing beautiful and strong in front of him, bleeding...

And Eichi doesn't know if it's in his defense or under his order.]

I should say that I can't accept this. For your sake... [Mumbled against him.]

I'm too selfish, you know? It hurts... My chest really hurts. It's hard to breathe, and I can't stop picturing you. What is this, Wataru...?