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"He is haunted... by his friends. All his precious companions and their deaths. Eight years ago, he had friends he cared about very much. Friends he would give his life for. Their names were... Shinya Hiiragi, Norito Goshi, Mito Jujo, Sayuri Hanayori, Shigure Yukimi. But they all died.... Oh, they died all right. And then they were revived.
But the world does not permit the dead to come back. It was a presumption that angered a petty god. The price of their return was great. Very, very great. Can you guess what it was? All the adult humans of the world were killed by a virus. Ever since, Guren Ichinose... has been haunted by that sin and its price."
But the world does not permit the dead to come back. It was a presumption that angered a petty god. The price of their return was great. Very, very great. Can you guess what it was? All the adult humans of the world were killed by a virus. Ever since, Guren Ichinose... has been haunted by that sin and its price."
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Date: 2018-05-01 05:18 (UTC)[If asked, Izuku would just say that this is too important to talk about over the laptop, but the truth is... maybe he's seeking some reassurance from someone who's been willing to give it to him thus far. He shouldn't have to, when Guren has enough on his plate, and yet. Here he is.
The last few days have left him drained enough that his usual misgivings aren't enough to make him hold back.]