[ They're both young. Teenagers. He's still unscarred and this guy. This was the guy. As much as he had decided to just keep following him around the damn school, Xanxus thought that this would be the one guy he would make one of his. His first underling. He right hand man. The terror of Mafia School to stand next to the King of the School.
And now more. Weeks. Months. Years. This man... this man. He's always been there. The memory of coming home from the ice. The arms that caught him, they have a face now. It's this face. This face right before him. This. Face.
He reaches out to place his palm against Squalo's face for a moment. He feels the hands around his lapel and he resists the urge to just punch Squalo for grabbing him. He feels so lost in that swarm of memories. ]
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And now more. Weeks. Months. Years. This man... this man. He's always been there. The memory of coming home from the ice. The arms that caught him, they have a face now. It's this face. This face right before him. This. Face.
He reaches out to place his palm against Squalo's face for a moment. He feels the hands around his lapel and he resists the urge to just punch Squalo for grabbing him. He feels so lost in that swarm of memories. ]
Let me go... Right now.