[ the statement is a punch to the gut, followed by a nauseating fill that soaks him thoroughly. he's sick, he feels so sick. how could it be true? yet it must be when he remembers the state vash was in, the changes he had picked up on between their encounters. the blood drains from nai's features, his gaze falling from knives down to his lap as his hands clench into tightened fists. ]
H... He's dying? [ the word feels foreign even as he speaks it, stomach twisting painfully the moment it leaves his lips. there is so much he could focus on, but he must steel himself.
nai breathes out, inhaling through his nose. steady now. ]
... What must I do?
[ his brother was untouched still. he must ensure it stays that way. his hands tremble. ] Tell me- please.
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H... He's dying? [ the word feels foreign even as he speaks it, stomach twisting painfully the moment it leaves his lips. there is so much he could focus on, but he must steel himself.
nai breathes out, inhaling through his nose. steady now. ]
... What must I do?
[ his brother was untouched still. he must ensure it stays that way. his hands tremble. ] Tell me- please.