[Naoi looks indignant today, which is fairly uncommon for the much-too-prideful boy, but today, he also looks incredibly alarmed... which is far more unusual. His face is flushed and his usually prim and proper uniform is in disarray (the jacket is unbuttoned, hanging off his small shoulders like the world's least threatening hooligan, and his red ribbon is hanging useless around his neck).]
How could you?!
How could this even be?!
[He points an accusatory finger at the camera, trying to will his terrified eyes to convey anger instead.] I cannot fall ill! It's impossible!
I can't— don't you know who I am, what I am?
Damn you! God cannot fall ill, nor can the dead!
How could you?!
How could this even be?!
[He points an accusatory finger at the camera, trying to will his terrified eyes to convey anger instead.] I cannot fall ill! It's impossible!
I can't— don't you know who I am, what I am?
Damn you! God cannot fall ill, nor can the dead!
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