[ he can't make sense of it. he feels too ill and feverish and nauseous to be able to give much effort to sorting it out. maybe some of his unaffected swords can figure it out.
still, guilt makes a knot in his chest, seeing the concern in the spirit's features, hearing it in his voice. he shouldn't worry them like this. he hates that they worry about him at all. (on good days, haru has begun to think that he might be worthy of a little of the affection they give him-- but today isn't a good day.) ]
I.. [ he trails off, shivering helplessly, struggling to think through the haze. at last, though, he nods slightly. at least if he's in bed, the others don't have to see him like this. ] .. Okay. I-- I can walk, though. [ maybe? ]
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still, guilt makes a knot in his chest, seeing the concern in the spirit's features, hearing it in his voice. he shouldn't worry them like this. he hates that they worry about him at all. (on good days, haru has begun to think that he might be worthy of a little of the affection they give him-- but today isn't a good day.) ]
I.. [ he trails off, shivering helplessly, struggling to think through the haze. at last, though, he nods slightly. at least if he's in bed, the others don't have to see him like this. ] .. Okay. I-- I can walk, though. [ maybe? ]