[Souji rather gratefully sits down next to the other man, only truly feeling how much the shock and emotion has drained him when he realizes how hard he has to concentrate to not simply collapse onto the seat. Still, he is capable of iron self control when he wants to, and manages to take his seat a bit more gracefully than that. If nothing else, it wouldn't do to worry Kashuu unduly, as shaken up as he already is.
He keeps one hand lightly on the other's back, as if separation would be tantamount to... what? Loss, perhaps, or abandonment - again. That thought trickles like fire down his throat, settling his his lungs as a reminder of the sorry state they're in even now. The terror of weakening, of feeling the fever sapping his strength and the cough slowly eating away at his endurance, knowing where it would all end. He'd be weak, and the promise that was once given to him, of always being needed... well, if he couldn't uphold his end of it, it wasn't much of a promise, was it?
The terror of no longer being of use, of being sent away, of being looked at with pity rather than pride... that nightmare still haunts him. Of course he can recognize it in someone else. And in a way, it's his fault.]
I think there are some things that nothing can prepare us for. [He lets out a small laugh as well, warm and with just a hint of echoing wryness to it.] Especially since I hardly gave you much time to ready yourself. I was just so... excited to see you. Another sword spirit told me of you, and I guess I was really hoping- [He shakes his head with a sheepish little grimace.] But I could have gone about it better.
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He keeps one hand lightly on the other's back, as if separation would be tantamount to... what? Loss, perhaps, or abandonment - again. That thought trickles like fire down his throat, settling his his lungs as a reminder of the sorry state they're in even now. The terror of weakening, of feeling the fever sapping his strength and the cough slowly eating away at his endurance, knowing where it would all end. He'd be weak, and the promise that was once given to him, of always being needed... well, if he couldn't uphold his end of it, it wasn't much of a promise, was it?
The terror of no longer being of use, of being sent away, of being looked at with pity rather than pride... that nightmare still haunts him. Of course he can recognize it in someone else. And in a way, it's his fault.]
I think there are some things that nothing can prepare us for. [He lets out a small laugh as well, warm and with just a hint of echoing wryness to it.] Especially since I hardly gave you much time to ready yourself. I was just so... excited to see you. Another sword spirit told me of you, and I guess I was really hoping- [He shakes his head with a sheepish little grimace.] But I could have gone about it better.