I'm not even really listening to his explanation. I should be, of course I should be. The professional, grown up thing to do would be to compose myself and pull back and listen to his report and offer suggestions or... Something.

I can't. I missed him so much... I'm so angry at him. I've felt so alone.

Hiromu's good, Hiromu's great, the best thing that has ever happened to me, and more than I deserve out of life. But he's not my partner, my friend, practically my father. Who let himself die so we could save the world.

Who wouldn't let me die with him.

I slam a fist into his chest again, and I know it doesn't hurt him, he probably doesn't even really feel it, so I do it once more. "You jerk." It comes out as a whine, and it's so pathetic and I hate myself so much. "You unbelievable jerk."