Someone is crying... for him. For him, who's always been told that they're a nuisance simply for breathing, for someone who's always been a burden, someone useless, someone to be spurned.
It hurts, but he's grateful: his heart swells three, four sizes, and a hand moves to cling at his shirt over his chest, because this is the first time anyone's done something like this for him. ]
Ah... please don't cry. [ That's all he can say, first and foremost. ] It's fine... I'm not suffering.
[ He shakes his head, before lifting it to meet her gaze. It's the least he can do, for her straightforwardness and strength— it would be a disservice to shrink away from that. ]
I haven't given up. And I won't, because you got angry for someone like me.
So... I won't let you down. I promise, and we'll get out of here together.
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Someone is crying... for him. For him, who's always been told that they're a nuisance simply for breathing, for someone who's always been a burden, someone useless, someone to be spurned.
It hurts, but he's grateful: his heart swells three, four sizes, and a hand moves to cling at his shirt over his chest, because this is the first time anyone's done something like this for him. ]
Ah... please don't cry. [ That's all he can say, first and foremost. ] It's fine... I'm not suffering.
[ He shakes his head, before lifting it to meet her gaze. It's the least he can do, for her straightforwardness and strength— it would be a disservice to shrink away from that. ]
I haven't given up. And I won't, because you got angry for someone like me.
So... I won't let you down. I promise, and we'll get out of here together.