He felt terrible, horrible, miserable. There was nothing he could do but sit there and let him cry. He had no idea what it felt like.

But he had saw him fall.

Make that little jerking step as he was stabbed, shot? He wasn't sure. Falter a little, open his mouth, but say nothing. Choke on his own blood. Pupils dilate in shock. Stumble on to his hands and knees for a moment, before falling to to his side. Go completely still.

It wasn't a dream, because he had never fallen asleep. Other people had seen people from their real worlds, or something else... Was it just a bad vision? Did it mean anything?

Kazuki held him a little tighter.