[He should have known. He was in Black more often than anyone since that battle. He'd promised Shiro nothing would happen to him, but he died. And Keith hadn't even realized. Instead, he'd spent weeks, longer even, searching the wreckage for him. He wanted to avoid that reality, so much that he didn't realize a cloned copy when he saw it.
His dog shifts, nosing at his hand and shifting under it with a little whimper-grumble. Keith takes a wet inhale, blinks a few times, exhales out shaky.]
What else can I tell you?
[He doesn't want to talk about Shiro being dead. How he'd failed him like that.]
I don't know about the parts I was gone for, but I can try to fill in some gaps.
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His dog shifts, nosing at his hand and shifting under it with a little whimper-grumble. Keith takes a wet inhale, blinks a few times, exhales out shaky.]
What else can I tell you?
[He doesn't want to talk about Shiro being dead. How he'd failed him like that.]
I don't know about the parts I was gone for, but I can try to fill in some gaps.