Somewhat stunned by this reply, Kurt turned on his feet, looking Blaine in the eye again. Sure, the other boy looked dead on his feet--scruffy and unkempt, pale and puffy, disheveled--but those eyes were the same. They were the same eyes that had looked at Kurt with such sincerity while he was told 'Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt', the same ones that he'd look at before he went to sleep at night, the first thing he'd seen when he'd woken up in the baseball field after being killed.

"I think we're supposed to save each other," he said softly. "Courage, remember?"