<sub>[ It's disgusting. Gross. It's so weak to let it all out and Karamatsu can feel his cheeks burning from anger and disappointment in himself— he feels his stomach flip flop from regret filling up in it. He doesn't try to resist Ichimatsu when he pulls his hands from his face, choking on his own gasps, eyes squeezed so shut from being ashamed to show such a revolting display. Karamatsu doesn't want to look at Ichimatsu. He doesn't want to see anything that looks like himself right now, which is usually opposite for him since he's a particularly vain creature.

As tears trickle out of his eyes and he can see a distorted picture of his brother, his eyes close again, refusing to open them. He hiccups, only once, from not breathing enough and in a small voice, he replies: ]</sub>

—You all never came to rescue me when I was in physical trouble— why would you come and save me when I'm in emotional trouble?