He doesn't want a lecture right now, another explanation on how he's clearly not strong enough to be able to manage both seals on top of his own contract. His good hand moves up to cover his eyes as he takes in a few deep breaths to calm himself down, preparing himself to snap back as soon as Break is finished saying whatever it is he's going to say.
But those words that he expects don't come. What falls into their place are words that he'd definitely never expected to hear.
Shocked into silence, the hand falls away from his eyes, but he remains staring at the sheets and tubes and discolored skin beneath the disgustingly thin hospital gown that they've dressed him in. Is sealing the Chain really the only thing that he can do? The two of them had always meant to be of use to one another; a mutual forced friendship for the sake of meeting their own respective goals. He'd never used to think about how he could be of use to Break, only how he would have to follow orders and learn to deal with it. But now...he has spent time pondering the use that he could be to the man, how he might help lessen his burden and keep him alive. Let him live a life without existing underneath that painful strain of a second contract, wondering which breath might be his last. It wasn't just duty, it was...
Alice had said it, hadn't she? Friendship.
A knot clenches in his throat, but he doesn't cry. No matter how pathetic and useless he feels right now, he won't cry in front of Break. He coughs instead, weakly, and gasps through a shaky breath, "It's still - the best thing that I can do for you..."
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But those words that he expects don't come. What falls into their place are words that he'd definitely never expected to hear.
Shocked into silence, the hand falls away from his eyes, but he remains staring at the sheets and tubes and discolored skin beneath the disgustingly thin hospital gown that they've dressed him in. Is sealing the Chain really the only thing that he can do? The two of them had always meant to be of use to one another; a mutual forced friendship for the sake of meeting their own respective goals. He'd never used to think about how he could be of use to Break, only how he would have to follow orders and learn to deal with it. But now...he has spent time pondering the use that he could be to the man, how he might help lessen his burden and keep him alive. Let him live a life without existing underneath that painful strain of a second contract, wondering which breath might be his last. It wasn't just duty, it was...
Alice had said it, hadn't she? Friendship.
A knot clenches in his throat, but he doesn't cry. No matter how pathetic and useless he feels right now, he won't cry in front of Break. He coughs instead, weakly, and gasps through a shaky breath, "It's still - the best thing that I can do for you..."