She'd been silent for days, not doing much of anything. She'd just be sitting off by herself, crying, obvious that her heart was broken, shattered. She lost something more precious to her than her own life. Mitsurugi didn't know what to do with Setsuka. Everytime he tried to come near her, she'd just put her hand up and shake her head. She wanted to be alone...not even allow her husband to come near her.

Mitsurugi was also grieving but not in the way Setsuka was. He would often just sit and ponder over it. Was something wrong with him? Or even worse, something wrong with Setsuka? Or was it just not meant to be? Mitsurugi wanted to comfort his wife...but he just couldn't get close enough to her. She didn't have to deal with the loss of the baby all by herself.

Mitsurugi sat on a cushion in the bedroom, his body turned to face the windows. Meditation was all he had right now. It kept him from going insane, kept him from breaking down into the same thing as Setsuka. Sometimes, he felt like crying...no matter how weak that would make him look. Weakness didn't matter now though...his wife was in pain and his child was non-existent.

Mitsurugi's eyes remained closed, his heart beating at faster pace. His hands balled up on his legs, his body was tense. Why had they lost the baby? Everything seemed perfectly fine...

Setsuka finally came out of her solitary grievance, her body shaking a little from all the pain and sorrow. She shuffled through the house to the bedroom, ignoring the fact that Mitsurugi was meditating. She moved over to him and got into his lap, her arms winding around his neck and her face burying into it.

Mitsurugi opened his eyes, surprised Setsuka had come to him. He was releived though. She had started to worry him. His arms wrapped around her, stroked her hair, rubbed her back, said that he was there for her no matter what happened. He didn't say anything, didn't want to ruin the moment with some stupid comment.

"What's wrong with me...?"

Setsuka's voice was quiet and trembling, silent tears slipping down her pink cheeks. Mitsurugi felt a pang in his heart, wishing he could answer her question with certainty.

"I don't think anything's wrong with you, love. It may have been me."

Setsuka shook her head, sniffling. Her hands played with the ends of Mitsurugi's hair.

"No, it wasn't you. The baby had been growing...it was something about me, I just know it."

Mitsurugi closed his eyes and held her a bit tighter.

"I still think you're fine. Maybe the baby just wasn't strong enough to make it. Sometimes that happens. We can...we can always try again."

Setsuka pulled back and looked him in the face. She shook her head, more tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I don't want another one, Mitsurugi. I'm afraid I'll lose that one too. I couldn't handle it again. Please...don't-"

Mitsurugi 'shh'ed her, his thumbs swiping the tears from her cheeks.

"If you don't want a child anymore, we don't have to have one. I won't put you through the pain."

Setsuka nodded and pressed a tender kiss to Mitsurugi's lips before going back to burying her face in his neck. Mitsurugi was fine with not being a father. Of course...he had been anxious to see his baby. But that was all over now. He was upset but not as upset as Setsuka. He wasn't the one who carried the baby, wasn't the one to feel it die, wasn't the one who had an automatic bond with it, wasn't the one who nourished it, wasn't anything but an outside observer. He knew it would take Setsuka a very long time to get past this...but he'd never stop supporting her, loving her, giving her comfort. He'd be there for the rest of his life