[His hands clenched, seizing fistfuls of blanket. That numb couldn't even muster up the desire to cling to his bones, feebly ebbing away to hurt. His face felt hot, and as his vision fogged he knew this overflow was bound to happen whether the eggs held babies or... well, not.]

No.

[His voice was raw, as if unused. But after pushing aside the shock for so long, he had to face this strange pain up front.]

Don't you dare blame yourself for this! Y-you couldn't have known.

[Neither of them could have. Here they were, sitting among eggshells and a small garden now. He wondered if anyone planted these flowers and trees and figured they'd sprout kids someday. But despite public opinion, Kanji wasn't a fool... Naoto wasn't even anywhere near stupid, to boot.

He lowered his gaze to the blossoms.]

This place tricked us. Everything likes to trick us here. They... managed to get us this time.

Heh... oops, we goofed. Now we have stuff to add to the garden, huh...?

[He laughed, but it wasn't even heartfelt. He slid off his glasses and put his face in his hands.]

W-we weren't ready for this. We got years ahead of us before even talkin' about this kinda thing. I'm-... I'm relieved, in a way, but... here I am, cryin' anyway...