Masaomi really does have no idea what kind of life Sora has lived. He doesn't know how it feels. He only knows his own life, a short-lived mess of building up his friends and lovers, protecting and cherishing them the way no one had him, only to watch them fall by his hand anyway. It's not enough. He has so many people he wants to meet again, so many wrongs he wants to make right.

And now he'll never be able to achieve any of it.

"I was the reason he needed saving in the first place. I was an idiot who didn't even know who my friend was until after I declared war on him." He has to stop, force back the lump rising treacherously in his throat. "Until I took a fucking bullet because I was too blind to realize my own team was against me."

Several deep breaths later, as soon as he's certain he's not going to cry (Sora doesn't deserve that on top of everything else), he takes another shot at comprehensible speech.

"Saving Mikado? I owed him that much, after dragging him down with me. I'm just glad I didn't manage to screw that up too."