(It's not like he can move well. Every move he makes these days is careful, delicate. One wrong move and he might fall apart but he keeps himself together. He keeps himself for those who would be sad if something bad were to happen to him, like the man next to him.)
Take me with you then. (His sword.) That way, we can be together.
(He brushes his fingers against Aki's lips and quietly, softly, he confides,)
Do I still look beautiful?
(Weak and broken and totally useless in bed? Is this really one of his priorities right now? Of course. He's always been proud of his appearance and one of the few times he ever gets self-conscious is when he feels his looks aren't up to standard.)
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Take me with you then. (His sword.) That way, we can be together.
(He brushes his fingers against Aki's lips and quietly, softly, he confides,)
Do I still look beautiful?
(Weak and broken and totally useless in bed? Is this really one of his priorities right now? Of course. He's always been proud of his appearance and one of the few times he ever gets self-conscious is when he feels his looks aren't up to standard.)