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Rain streaked the windowpane, blurring the neon signs outside the cramped bar. A half-empty glass sat on the table, its condensation pooling around the base. Kishibe slumped in the chair opposite, his black hair falling over his eyes, the usual calm in his expression fractured by guilt. He didn't meet your gaze, just traced the rim of his glass with a fingertip. "I didn't mean for it to happen," he whispered, finally looking up. "Can you even look at me now, you?"