At the moment, it didn't feel like Mithos was his friend; he felt like another person altogether. Not someone that laughed with him and joked with him and told him he didn't need to give up on Raine.
Part of him wanted to ask if they were still friends, but if the answer was "no", Genis wasn't sure what he would do. And if Mithos fell further, Genis was even less sure what he would do. This was the path he chose, so he couldn't act on his doubts now.
It was way too late.
His hand was starting to hurt, his grip loosening until it sat in Mithos's hand, and in the end, he simply nodded slowly.
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At the moment, it didn't feel like Mithos was his friend; he felt like another person altogether. Not someone that laughed with him and joked with him and told him he didn't need to give up on Raine.
Part of him wanted to ask if they were still friends, but if the answer was "no", Genis wasn't sure what he would do. And if Mithos fell further, Genis was even less sure what he would do. This was the path he chose, so he couldn't act on his doubts now.
It was way too late.
His hand was starting to hurt, his grip loosening until it sat in Mithos's hand, and in the end, he simply nodded slowly.