My hear! *narrows eyes* He better mourn in the manga because I’m still crying about it in real life.
Ui watches Hajime toss his kids’ heads before Kaneki.
He wants to feel numb, but all he feels is despair.
Hairu’s relative.
His kid.
The kids he trained for years. The kids who never failed to make him smile – even during this fight, Shio’s dramatic dive drew a smile.
Surely they weren’t traitors. Hirako was to blame, the coward who’d grabbed a hysterical Yusa and run before Hajime had taken the last Arima.
Shio was gone.
Rikai was gone.
They’d been alive an hour ago. They probably woke up this morning happy.
Ui feels tears in his eyes. This isn’t fair.
He blames Kaneki. He blames Hirako. He blames Hajime and Furuta and himself.
If he’d not hesitated, he could have shoved Shio out of the way.
He failed to save him.
He’s lost more family.
But two kids lost more. Their lives.
Ui watches Hajime taunt Kaneki. Why is he on the side of those who’d laugh at children’s deaths? Kaneki looks as anguished as Ui feels.
“A word, Hajime.” Ui shoves past the brat and kneels before Kaneki’s torso. “Tell me the truth.”
Tell me why they died for you.
Mercy and Magic 