[Matt can't talk, can't move, can't think. It barely registers what Shiro's saying. He's not sure what he can say, what he wants to say. Everything is a mess as he stands there, in the middle of a hallway, looking up at the person he last saw being pulled away to what he was almost certain was going to be his death. All because he couldn't handle a fight. It was his fault.]
[He tries to talk, but he can't, words gone, especially as he just stares at Shiro's right hand. He did that. It was his fault that his best friend is now... whatever he'd consider himself. Swallowing, he tries to find his voice, but it cracks, still quiet.]
um. good. Is she...alright? They didn't get to her, did they?
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[He tries to talk, but he can't, words gone, especially as he just stares at Shiro's right hand. He did that. It was his fault that his best friend is now... whatever he'd consider himself. Swallowing, he tries to find his voice, but it cracks, still quiet.]
um. good. Is she...alright? They didn't get to her, did they?