[Normally, he would have been able to report on Fayt's well-being. He'd have made sure the boy was taking care of himself. He'd have brought him meals just in case and have gone to see him and keep him company.

Instead, Souji had heard the messages Fayt had left him over the network and only penned meaningless responses to assuage Fayt's fear. He'd ignored him when he tried to come over, refusing to even go to the door. It'd just been too difficult to get out of that place in his head where he saw the sword fall, the flash of light, and him too far away to do anything.

Souji's smile wavered slightly and then he nodded, forcing it back to its former brightness.]

He has been. It's been difficult for him, but seeing you will make it better. He's been blaming himself since that day, no matter what we say or do.