Shion pressed himself further against the door, trying to remember to breathe, to stay focused. Now the other boy was angry and he probably had a right to be. Nezumi forever was telling him he wasn't ready for the real world, wasn't ready for it's horrors.

He had thought after the correctional facility he would have been, that those horrors were enough to make him stronger. But now he was dead and still he couldn't bring himself to touch the knife, to hurt another person.

To even contemplate hurting another person, even if the paper with his sins had murder right there, at the top.

"I... No... We... This is wrong."