[Perhaps it says something truly sad about Ritsuka's psyche when the next words out of his mouth are:]
I'm sorry, Soubi.
[And he means it. When he watched Soubi's shoulders fall, his demeanor alter... Ritsuka knew it was his fault for doing that. He couldn't just let Soubi be. He couldn't be what Soubi needed, just as he couldn't be what his mother wanted. He was the Sacrifice of no one. Why give a Sacrifice a name, when there was no Fighter? Would he have to wait years like Mimuro had for Mei? He didn't understand. He was Loveless, "one without love." How then, would he get a Fighter who loved him? Would it be like Bloodless? A sacrifice pretending to be the fighter while the fighter did nothing? What was to become of him? He had never pictured himself without Soubi. In such a short time, Soubi meant so much to him, had become such a massive part of his life.
But that was gone. He wondered what would happen... to Soubi, to him, to Seimei. He wondered if anything would be alright now. For anyone.
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I'm sorry, Soubi.
[And he means it. When he watched Soubi's shoulders fall, his demeanor alter... Ritsuka knew it was his fault for doing that. He couldn't just let Soubi be. He couldn't be what Soubi needed, just as he couldn't be what his mother wanted. He was the Sacrifice of no one. Why give a Sacrifice a name, when there was no Fighter? Would he have to wait years like Mimuro had for Mei? He didn't understand. He was Loveless, "one without love." How then, would he get a Fighter who loved him? Would it be like Bloodless? A sacrifice pretending to be the fighter while the fighter did nothing? What was to become of him? He had never pictured himself without Soubi. In such a short time, Soubi meant so much to him, had become such a massive part of his life.
But that was gone. He wondered what would happen... to Soubi, to him, to Seimei. He wondered if anything would be alright now. For anyone.
What was going to happen.]
I'm sorry.