[That's almost so blunt that it's like a punch to the gut, really--Mikleo's really not holding back here, is he? Leon feels the breath leave him in a short huff of air, and then he's crossing his arms, looking away.
Defensive, curled in on himself a tad bit, trying to avoid the mirrors (but they're really everywhere, and they're impossible to ignore, intermingling visions of unhappy memories--and death.
What does he even say to something like that?]
...It was what I chose. That...is all there is to it.
[It was what he deserved, in the end. The fate he had to accept, because he'd betrayed his friends and hurt them all, and because it was the only way to save them while still paying for his part in endangering them all.]
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Defensive, curled in on himself a tad bit, trying to avoid the mirrors (but they're really everywhere, and they're impossible to ignore, intermingling visions of unhappy memories--and death.
What does he even say to something like that?]
...It was what I chose. That...is all there is to it.
[It was what he deserved, in the end. The fate he had to accept, because he'd betrayed his friends and hurt them all, and because it was the only way to save them while still paying for his part in endangering them all.]