[ blood loss, it's new to something like choso. a strange, alien thing. he hates it without end. hates the coldness, the weakness settling into his flesh the more blood that seeps, but more than that he hates that he can't stop it as he is now. he can't be the strong one here. listen: nanami even now offers reassurance. ]
Both. Both of us. Nanamin, you're coming too.
[ his thumb is twisted, his hand an agony but he tightens this painful little grip anyway, tries to impart some kind of reassurance of his own. ]
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Both. Both of us. Nanamin, you're coming too.
[ his thumb is twisted, his hand an agony but he tightens this painful little grip anyway, tries to impart some kind of reassurance of his own. ]
Him n' you n' me. Oh-kay?