[Flynn + Yuri] But it was not your fault but mine.

[capt_moralfag]

It’s a truly beautiful day, and as always Ehmead Hill is nothing short of lovely

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[swordsandaxesup]

Yuri hasn't been to the monument since it was first erected -- yesterday -- but he hasn't strayed far from it, either. Lingering around the Hill through the night, the morning, without any rest or respite -- he wouldn't have found either if he tried -- he only increased his distance at Flynn's arrival, choosing to give the Commandant the private time he deserved

[capt_moralfag]

Flynn only notices Yuri’s presence when his childhood friend stops right beside him; and for him, being brought back to the present is like waking up after a long dream, only instead of feeling the welcome relief that things are as they should be, there’s only the sinking knowledge that things aren’t right at all--that they will never be the same.

But even though Yuri’s sudden (to him, anyway) appearance is what broke him out of his thoughts, he doesn’t look up or over at him. And while he does tense, his only visible reaction is to hunch his shoulders and bow his head a little more.

[swordsandaxesup]

Yuri debates on just what to say, and how to say it; in the end, he can only be as honest as he's ever been with Flynn -- who, in turn, is as predictable as he's ever been.

"...It wasn't your call." Then, in what he tries to make a gentler voice, "For her sake, don't try to tell yourself that you could have done anything beforehand."

[lawfulgoodguy]

Flynn's fists clench, and he has to swallow hard and force his jaw to unclench before he can manage to speak; even so, his voice is quiet, rough and ragged, but not at all uncertain for all that.

"...You're wrong. It's my fault."

He raises his head a bit, though his eyes are still only for the name carved on that stone.

"I should never have let her go with you."