[He really wishes she didn’t have to see him like that. She’s seen him at his weakest before and that alone wouldn’t bother him, but right now his skull is hurting and his ears are ringing and the walls are covered with blood and he flinches slightly because suddenly it feels like someone just ripped open his left calf and he apart of the burning pain he can feel blood running along his skin and he doesn’t quite want to know if he’s imagining that or if it’s true.
He shakes involuntarily when he hears something scratch against the bathroom door (they’ve come to get him, theyarecomingforhimitisn’tsafeitisn’tsafe!!!) and he bites down on his lip in order to force the panic from his mind so that it won’t be quite as obvious when he looks up to Naminé again.
He can’t lose his focus now, can’t give himself to panic and pain just yet.]
Yes. You need to leave.
[It’s safer for her. It’s safer for the stylus. It’s for the best of everyone. It takes a lot of strength and focus, but he does manage to lift his left arm and open up a corridor that will get her back to her room, blinking a few times before he fixates her with a glance.]
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He shakes involuntarily when he hears something scratch against the bathroom door (they’ve come to get him, theyarecomingforhimitisn’tsafeitisn’tsafe!!!) and he bites down on his lip in order to force the panic from his mind so that it won’t be quite as obvious when he looks up to Naminé again.
He can’t lose his focus now, can’t give himself to panic and pain just yet.]
Yes. You need to leave.
[It’s safer for her. It’s safer for the stylus. It’s for the best of everyone. It takes a lot of strength and focus, but he does manage to lift his left arm and open up a corridor that will get her back to her room, blinking a few times before he fixates her with a glance.]
You need to go. Please.