[Makoto turned his head away from Ryouma to stare at the mess again. As he stared at the blood, his face slowly fell. His expression of resigned acceptance overtook his usually cheerful expression. He looked and felt so tired that even his usual need to hide his negative feelings felt like too much work.]
...This isn't anything new to me.
[Memories of all of the death he had seen flitted around in his head as he stared at the blood. Maizono crying in his arms, Kuwata's terrified face as he begged for someone to save him after the trial...The memories of his classmates' deaths mixed with the cries of despair he had heard on his missions. The expressions of fear that had shifted into awe as he approached, begging him to save them all.]
1/2 (CW: Mentions of deaths and Danganronpa Spoilers)
...This isn't anything new to me.
[Memories of all of the death he had seen flitted around in his head as he stared at the blood. Maizono crying in his arms, Kuwata's terrified face as he begged for someone to save him after the trial...The memories of his classmates' deaths mixed with the cries of despair he had heard on his missions. The expressions of fear that had shifted into awe as he approached, begging him to save them all.]