It didn't turn out nearly shippy as amazingly, hauntingly, startingly crystal clear on why responsability hangs heavy and cold over frail shoulders. Well met. *is more than thrilled*

I loved your Koenma, I really, really did. I rather don't know how to express what the mental picture for this entire thing was, other than that I could envision the thought process as occurring in the brief distance of one frustrated sigh. Beautiful.