While saying that, Leto slowly turned around. Toward me, and one step.
“Is that your ‘responsibility’? You’re acting like you’re going to take responsibility for your mistakes right now, but you’re wrong… You just want to pretend to be responsible.”
The distance between me and Leto didn’t narrow any further.
Because it was a gap sufficient for our two gazes to clash abruptly.
“You want to undo all your sins, right? Because it feels like you’ve fulfilled your responsibility that way… No, Ian. That’s just fucking selfish and cowardly conclusion. In the end, you don’t want to take responsibility for anything, so you neglect even your immediate duties… And bet your life on trivial probabilities. Not just yours, but everyone’s!”
“Leto.”
Even at my low call, Leto’s excitement didn’t subside.
Just a grinding sound of teeth, and along with it, a single remark leaked through those teeth.
“But now, since things aren’t going your way, you’re just going to die as you please?”
Silence, stillness, whatever it was.