Dissociation

"It doesn't matter. I don't need you in my world anymore" was what the bastard said that day, like a slap to his face. So what was he doing here now? Days afterwards, holding him so gently it almost makes him cry? And here Yata realized: this wasn't Saruhiko. –At least not the one he knew, the one that laughed in his face as he burned everything Yata believed in.