“Kyoko,” Shinbe whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I need to know what happened to me. I need to know if I’ve done something to make you… hate me.” He held her hand in his, feeling her warmth, and wishing he could pull her into his arms as he did in the fragmented visions.
Kyoko turned back to him and smiled a little too brightly, “You haven’t done anything to make me hate you. As for what happened to you, well, you got into a fight with one of our friends, and things got out of hand.” She wanted to leave now. She didn’t want to have this conversation, not yet. She didn’t want to tell him Toya had nearly killed him or that there was a very good chance that she was the blame.’
“You need to rest now Shinbe. We’ll talk about this later. I promise, I won’t be long, and then I’ll an
