[ He looked away as she spoke, but not because her wounds weren't worth gathering, a small gift amongst so much loss. No, it was because nothing was ever fair; Hei knew that fact beyond a glimmer of a doubt. How often had he killed a lover, a child, a parent, or an honored friend? How often had he destroyed the lives of those left behind, erasing the memories until so little was left that they could no longer be counted among the able?
Destruction was his modus operandi and death was a constant. This was no exception, but her words, Don't push yourself, made him swallow, hard, before he spoke. He could not kill the emotion welling inside him, but he could try. ]
I won't. [ it was a simple answer, but if he lingered, it was only because in that moment, he wasn't. ]