[ Neither is precisely worse than the other. Though the guilt of having the power without being able to do anything weighs heavier, he thinks. Trowa watches Naoki for a moment, glance sliding away as the other brings his hand up, so streaked in blood. It’s an unsettling sight, even if he should be used to it. ]
I’ll give you a hand.
[ And with that, he partially gets up from his crouch, moving to support the blonde’s shoulders. ]
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I’ll give you a hand.
[ And with that, he partially gets up from his crouch, moving to support the blonde’s shoulders. ]