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[Not that he’s itching to talk about how he had to get mercy killed by a child, but…]

Why the secret?

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[Omori sits down on the floor, crossing his legs. He rests his arms on Sunny's knees, hands dangling, limp and knife-less, between.]

Sunny is weak.

He can't handle the truth.

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Why? It’s not like he’s the one that did it.

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[Ÿ̴̮̟̪̹̫̩͛͛̉͒̀͂e̵̺͂͆s̴̤̖̳̜̰̀̃͌͐̋,̷̢͈͇̥͍͒ ̸͉̑̏́̍̔͝h̷̫̹̀̀͑̃̇̍ȩ̷̖̱̭͕̝̐̓ ̶̲̻͚̠̥̀d̷͚̜̤͙̥̠̿͗̄́͒͒i̵̡̨͈̹̖̓͛̚͜d̸̋͊͋.̶͔̾̑̈́̍]

He'll blame himself.

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Sounds like something he’s gotta work on.

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[At this, Omori lifts his head. His glare is too cold for the face that wears it, built for things like timidness and uncertainty. Sunny's eyes look like dark voids.]

Sunny is mine. I know what's best.

You don't know anything.

Don't tell him, Adam. Don't tell anyone.

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Sure, fine. [He sounds a little reluctant, a little bratty, but he agrees.] I won’t tell anyone. As far as they’re concerned I got squished flat by Godzilla.

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[Omori's gaze drops to his lap again. He glares, pale forehead wrinkling. The boy's hands grip his pant legs. His words come out childish, petulant, stubborn.]

It's his fault.

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[Adam looks confused.]

How? He wasn’t even there. Well - not technically, anyway.

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[Omori doesn't look up, fabric twisting in his fists.]

He's weak. He can't run. We would have gotten away.

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[He supposes that is probably something he can blame Sunny for, sure, but it feels a little…excessive?]

Until they caught up with us five minutes later. Let’s be honest, there’s no way we were both gonna make it out of that in one piece.

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[A pale hand comes up to wipe something away from the boy's eyes. He shakes his head, stubborn, resolute.]

It's his fault.

I had to...

[It's important to say "sorry" when you've done something wrong, Omori knows, but he didn't do anything wrong. He saved Adam the only way he knew how...]

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[Adam rubs his face with a hand. Deep inhale.]

…Yeah, I get it. It was either that or leave me there to bleed out, right?

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It hurt.

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Hurt me a hell of a lot too.

[He did straight up die!]

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[A sharp little glare, teary-eyed.]

That's what I mean. [Adam was hurting. He was suffering. He's Omori's friend. Omori promised to keep death far away; he couldn't, so he made it come quicker.

[But it hurt Omori too. Adam didn't entirely mistake his meaning.]

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[Ah…oh…he’s really torn up about this, isn’t he?

He can’t really make it better, he can’t say it was all fine and none of it matters.]

Hey, at least you didn’t leave me alone.

[His voice is quieter, more sincere. That - at least - meant a lot to Adam.]

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[Omori nods, wiping at his eyes again. He's done crying - not built for that sort of thing, really, though sadness, depression, misery have always been programmed in...]

I won't.

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Thanks.

[He prays it doesn’t happen again. He knows it probably might.]

Same goes here.

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[Omori stares up at Adam. He's far less expressive than Sunny, who can't be described as "expressive," anyway, even on a good day; still, there's something to that gaze, questioning.]

We're friends. [As if...to confirm.

[Even after that, Adam isn't walking away? It was so easy for everyone else...they didn't even know Sunny was a murderer...]

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Yeah. [With some reassurance.] We’re friends.

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[Omori nods. They're friends. Adam's better than any of them. Adam understands.]

I'm just trying...to protect him.

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[He lets out a long exhale.]

Yeah. I know.

Does he know how much you do for him?

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[Quiet, angry:] No.

He hates me.

I hate him too.

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I don’t get it.

[He says, with a fold of his arms.]

If I hated a guy, I wouldn’t bother like you do.