[He stares at the ground struggling with what he knows he should say. He'd confessed some things to others. But what else is there.

Then it hits him.] The sirens reminded me of the worst and best fight I've ever had.

[His left hand clenches into a fist across his chest. A mix of feelings swirl up until he almost can't see straight. One breath in. He holds it and lets it all go. That was the past. Shiro is alright. Alright and sporting his own scar from his lover.] It should have never happened,

[He says with a half snarl that subsides quickly.] I hated it. I've never been pushed as hard as I was. But it was Shiro I was fighting. It wasn't his fault that happened.

It was the witch that took control of him. I was so happy that he wasn't someone I had to fight when the sirens were live. I hated how glad I was. All of you suffered. I shouldn't take any joy in that at all.