[Naoki's fingers are hovering over the metal still in Quatre's chest and he knows that he can't rip it out (he's sure it'll kill him), but how is he supposed to heal this. What's worse is his empathy and he's starting to shiver as he picks up on Quatre's emotions (weak, they're weakening).]
Stop worrying about me... Of course I'm fine.
[He tries to steady his voice, but it's no use. He looks away from him for just a moment as he sets a hand carefully on Quatre's head, his palm glowing white. It's healing. Him pouring every last bit of his energy there.
Even though it's already too late. It's probably warm, if nothing else..]
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Stop worrying about me... Of course I'm fine.
[He tries to steady his voice, but it's no use. He looks away from him for just a moment as he sets a hand carefully on Quatre's head, his palm glowing white. It's healing. Him pouring every last bit of his energy there.
Even though it's already too late. It's probably warm, if nothing else..]
Trowa's coming, so don't... [Don't die.]