After Kira's story… Kentaro stood frozen, unable to breathe. Her words left him speechless.
He'd heard tragedy before. He'd seen broken lives and haunted eyes. But nothing like this, nothing as traumatic as this.
And what crushed him most wasn't just what Kira had endured, what she saw at such a young age; she lost her sister, her parents, her very place in the world.
But it was that he had been there.
He had saved her.
And he couldn't remember a single thing about it. It infuriated him; he wanted to remember, but for the life of him, he had no recollection of the memory, and Kira was adamant that it was him.
"I… Kira, I-" Kentaro's voice cracked, his hands tightening into fists. "I don't remember any of that. I wish I did. God, I wish I could remember pulling you off that bridge. But… My past is… Blurry. From middle school on, it's like pieces of my life got erased. I barely even saw my parents. It was just me… and Tenka most of the time."
