[ familiar, endearing almost. the boy's voice is the only thing that keeps Nanami from going off to la-la-land in his mind. that and the hand wrapped around his wrist are constant reminders that there are still people he mustn't abandon (again), that he can't be selfish and simply drift away.
his own voice is barely above a whisper, the blood loss and constant pain taking their toll. ]
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his own voice is barely above a whisper, the blood loss and constant pain taking their toll. ]
You'll be fine. He'll come for you, don't worry.