Had the situation been different, this was the part that he might have thought was a joke. He felt his heart skip a beat and break in two almost simultaneously. Love hadn’t been on his mind. He hadn’t even thought about it. But…
That just wasn’t fair. He knew that he deserved that. His grip on his blade nearly faltered and his breath quivered as he tried to continue concealing his emotions. He was failing very quickly and once again came the rare moment where his expression probably said it all. It figured that he hadn’t noticed it sooner, not that it could have changed anything. This was the way things were meant to be. This was the situation they were trapped in.
“Donovan, I—“ As soon as he began in a restrained desperation, he stopped himself. Kyu-Sik wanted to say it, too, at that moment. That he did love him. But he had already been cruel enough, hadn’t he? “Donovan, you can’t go home either. You can’t leave here. I’m so sorry. I didn’t—” He paused again. The fight to control unfamiliar emotions was making him feel sick. That’s all he could describe it as. His mouth was momentarily covered by his free hand until he felt ready enough to proceed.
“I know that if I don’t do this, something worse will follow you. This is the only way I can save you. This is the only mercy I can offer. I—” He stepped forward and reached out for Donovan's wrist, the right words fleeting from him. When had his mentality become so warped? Logic had led him to that point days before and now it seemed he was letting his emotions get the better of his words. How could he not? He was only human.