Kengo was quick to answer once Dun reworded his question. The authoritive air the other man held still tended to intimidate him from time to time. "I'd never heard of it happening, no." But... here, where people shared these rumors. That meant Gentarou could still come back, didn't it?
Continuing with his own work, Kengo wasn't nearly as rough with his work as Dun was. It was clear that Kengo was used to finer, more fragile things when he was working. Cosmic energy and Switches were resilient, but there were many times when Gentarou had worn the energy out of them completely while overexerting the system -- only to avoid Kengo entirely at the fear of the boy yelling at him or getting upset. He gripped at the dummy a bit more as he made sure the limbs were filled out. What good would Fourze be in a world like this? Kengo had hoped to have the system with him, that maybe they could do something, but it wasn't as simple as defeating an enemy and then getting to go home. There was no goal.
"I had him come with me because he's a capable fighter and he's intent on being near me." He tilted his head to the side. It felt as though there was something Ryusei was worried about that he hadn't said, which made Kengo only more suspicious of the other's actions. "The last time I saw him... the person I've been looking for..."
Kengo hesitated, lowering his head and taking in a deep breath. No. He definitely couldn't allow himself to cry in front of anyone else anymore. After being on Omega for a month, he had been sure that he was over Gentarou's death, but the weight that had been brought down on his shoulders by talking about him again was almost too much to handle. "Sakuta killed Kisaragi, the last time I saw him. It was just before I came here. I... was taking his body from the battle when I ended up here. I don't know what I was thinking. I just wanted to see if I could save him, somehow, even though I already knew he was dead. That was why I was looking for him when I came here. I thought his body had come with me and that maybe there would still be a chance to save him."
He raised a hand to his face and wiped at his eyes, another preventive measure to keep tears from showing. "Sakuta killed my best friend to save his own. He made a deal with our enemy, that his friend would be saved if Kisaragi died." Kengo took another breath. "... even when Kisaragi was dying, he smiled and said he understood why Sakuta had done it. That he forgave him for what he'd done. I... I can't hate him, because Kisaragi wouldn't want me to. ... but I don't know what else to do. I don't know if everyone else is dead or if he's lying to me to trick me. I... can't trust him at all, anymore."
Now that everything was out, Kengo was practically shaking, one arm across his stomach while the other was still up to his face. It was taking everything he had not to start crying.
When he spoke again, his voice was quiet. "I'm sorry..."
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Continuing with his own work, Kengo wasn't nearly as rough with his work as Dun was. It was clear that Kengo was used to finer, more fragile things when he was working. Cosmic energy and Switches were resilient, but there were many times when Gentarou had worn the energy out of them completely while overexerting the system -- only to avoid Kengo entirely at the fear of the boy yelling at him or getting upset. He gripped at the dummy a bit more as he made sure the limbs were filled out. What good would Fourze be in a world like this? Kengo had hoped to have the system with him, that maybe they could do something, but it wasn't as simple as defeating an enemy and then getting to go home. There was no goal.
"I had him come with me because he's a capable fighter and he's intent on being near me." He tilted his head to the side. It felt as though there was something Ryusei was worried about that he hadn't said, which made Kengo only more suspicious of the other's actions. "The last time I saw him... the person I've been looking for..."
Kengo hesitated, lowering his head and taking in a deep breath. No. He definitely couldn't allow himself to cry in front of anyone else anymore. After being on Omega for a month, he had been sure that he was over Gentarou's death, but the weight that had been brought down on his shoulders by talking about him again was almost too much to handle. "Sakuta killed Kisaragi, the last time I saw him. It was just before I came here. I... was taking his body from the battle when I ended up here. I don't know what I was thinking. I just wanted to see if I could save him, somehow, even though I already knew he was dead. That was why I was looking for him when I came here. I thought his body had come with me and that maybe there would still be a chance to save him."
He raised a hand to his face and wiped at his eyes, another preventive measure to keep tears from showing. "Sakuta killed my best friend to save his own. He made a deal with our enemy, that his friend would be saved if Kisaragi died." Kengo took another breath. "... even when Kisaragi was dying, he smiled and said he understood why Sakuta had done it. That he forgave him for what he'd done. I... I can't hate him, because Kisaragi wouldn't want me to. ... but I don't know what else to do. I don't know if everyone else is dead or if he's lying to me to trick me. I... can't trust him at all, anymore."
Now that everything was out, Kengo was practically shaking, one arm across his stomach while the other was still up to his face. It was taking everything he had not to start crying.
When he spoke again, his voice was quiet. "I'm sorry..."