1 / 2 [ Sebastian feels Claude's arm circle his waist and that elicits a hiss from him. He sets a hand to his chest and tries to shove him back, but his strength is diminishing with each passing second. He's weak, he's pathetic, and he can't stand it. It's bad enough that Claude seems to hate, love, feel something for him ...but to appear this trodden in front of anybody, let alone a demon, is not the best start. ]
I, [ He breathes deep in a futile attempt to recollect himself, but his lungs are starting to fill with blood and so he stammers. ] what had I said earlier, ...let go! I neither need, not want your help. [ It would heal. It would just take time; ...time that he didn't have. He needed to relax, needed to rest, needed to recover, but he also needed to reunite with his Master. He'd never make it out like this, not alive, ... ]
Not... [ A shallow breath. ] Not giving me a choice, [ And another. ] ...are you?