Yukimura laid crumpled in her lap, still wheezing and hacking, in too much pain to move. His entire left arm and shoulder was black and red, burned terribly, as were his feet and back, but he would survive. His tears burned, but he didn’t care, weeping audibly along with Akihime, if he had been stronger he could’ve saved the children. If he hadn’t lost control of his powers the children wouldn’t have died. It was his fault the children were dead.