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[His breath rattles. Eyes, wide, are stuck on her hand holding his finger. She's unharmed. He's thankful. He doesn't really want to cause her any pain. It's reflex and reaction, by now.
He hates not having it- Kira. But right now, he's thankful.]
Lenalee. Lenalee. [As if he's desperate, but can't figure out how to make her understand.
He has to cough. So, he pulls away, steps back a little. It takes a lot out of him- back hitting the wall, he slides to sit. A smear of blood is wiped from his mouth, and he breaths in and out with quavering exhaustion.]