He wanted to tell him to stop, the man’s words making something in his stomach churn. His eyes fell again, unable to keep contact for too long while trying to hold his tongue. Donovan had every right to seem upset. His tone might not have come across as such, but Kyu-Sik heard it in his words. All he could do was shake his head slowly. “You’re wonderful,” he finally said, the words nearly dying in his throat before they snuck out, knowing that wasn’t fair to say. It wasn’t fair for either of them. But he had enjoyed Donovan’s company more than any other stranger’s. He was willing to listening and not think him crazy, just as he was now. It had been nice having a friend who would stand by him, even if their time together was to be cut short.
“That’s not what matters right now. As I understand it so far, this is all my fault, not because of what you are. It’s… more of what you have. I should have seen it sooner. I should’ve remembered.” In an effort to maintain his resolve and control himself, he placed his hands together at his stomach and straightened his posture. Not to look imposing so much as it was an attempt to regain his composure.
“You have something that belongs to me. I don’t know who sent it to you, but that dagger you have is mine. I need it back.”