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Immediately, Kuro wrestled the knife from Midori's hand and threw it across the bathhouse.
"Aaaaaagh, I can't take this anymore! Let me die already!!"
Midori looked up at Yuzuru, who was still crouched over him, and smiled.
"Wow...Master Artist Fushimi...is that... for me? You're the best..."
"Takamine-sama..."
Yuzuru's face betrayed a not insignificant amount of guilt.
"I can't...I can't live another second like this...
Suffocation, drowning, shooting, stabbing- anything's fine, I just need to die!!"
"It's...it's the virus, Midori-kun! You have to...you have to resist it!!"
"For so long...I've had this latent urge to die, but...
I can't ignore it anymore..."