Haruki no longer remembered what had been going through his head the first time he'd killed. All he recalled was the sight of those he'd once loved with all the helpless force of a scared, scarred child covered in red and utterly still. He hadn't felt grief or triumph when he realized they weren't struggling anymore. He'd just felt—
Empty.
Better to be hollow than to despair.
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