[ Watanuki was quiet as he listened to him. He was staring down at the dark red sheets of his bed. It was those kinds of words that confused him. It made his heart ache, not just for him, but for Yukio as well, who seemed as if he had come to terms with how he felt... ]
[ Maybe it was the pot calling the kettle black. He was the God of Compassion, but here he was, being selfish as well. He wanted to be the one Ronald chose. He wanted to be the one he adored. ]
[ And he felt awful for it... but at the same time he was so hopeful... ]
Do you.... [ And he finally raised his head to look up at him. ] Ever wish that... I was like Okumura-san?
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[ Maybe it was the pot calling the kettle black. He was the God of Compassion, but here he was, being selfish as well. He wanted to be the one Ronald chose. He wanted to be the one he adored. ]
[ And he felt awful for it... but at the same time he was so hopeful... ]
Do you.... [ And he finally raised his head to look up at him. ] Ever wish that... I was like Okumura-san?