( Something goes sharply tight in his chest, a spasm of pain along with the realisation that he could have simply asked for help. Privately Geto thinks the village was an inevitable thing, he'd been wavering for too long, desperately overcome by his own emotions and the futility thereof. He certainly wouldn't have changed anything either. He loves his girls, even if they called him Geto-sama, he loves them and there isn't a universe he can conceive where he does not make the decisions he did in taking them. But after? If he'd left the village and found someplace to call Satoru, and he'd picked up, if Geto had asked would he have come? Would it have been better to have someone there with him?

He remembers the blood on his hands, knows that he couldn't have called. Not really. )

Do you -? ( A hum, he takes drink to give himself more time, swallows down a sweet mouthful. ) - You could meet them. Not now. But later. Once we've decided this is a good idea. They wouldn't tell anyone, they wouldn't care to. They might not be nice to you, but they're - you'd probably find it funny. They're protective.