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[He winces, shifting slightly to bow a little and compensate and relieve some of the downward pressure. Wouldn't ya know it? Naoto's sword honestly hurts. He's being careful, allowing her to pin him like this knowing damn well if he moves wrong it could be bad. Normally he wouldn't care if he lost an arm, but he doesn't want to lose his head. It's close enough to cutting something vital or burying into his esophagus.
His eyes sharpen at the demand, lip curling in a snarl.]
Fine. [He hesitates, mulling it over before relinquishing his grip. He was bored with this game anyhow. But she never gave a time-limit so he's pretty certain he can pop back whenever he feels like it.
Haine folds, head bowed so she can't quite see his face anymore. He wheezes and huffs, body ragged from the beatings he's taken. They hurt and linger more than usual... this slower healing thing was kind of a pain in the ass. Slowly he raises his head, one red eye peering up at her, pained.]
Naoto. T-take me... I need... to be locked up. [Of course, there was a small problem there. He didn't want her to touch him to do that...]