[the problem is this: higekiri is the sword, and the sword is higekiri. to be told to put it away, even by friends, making his grip on the hilt of it tighten as though he has no intent on giving it up to anything or anyone. he would sooner die in this form than part with himself to anyone here - he knows that just as certainly as he knows that something is wrong.]
... Humans are so fragile.
[and while normally he would reflect on such a thing with a bit of teasing remorse, with some level of fondness, neither of those are present in his tone now. there's the slightest strain of irritation, even if it's hard to place where it comes from or who it's for.
he continues to bleed out as the pain overtakes his body, makes his breath shudder in pained gasps, and finally his free hand presses against the place where H had bitten him, his glove becoming covered in his own blood where the wound is open.]
This body is... breaking. Melting. [a beat, and then almost contradictory:] I want to keep fighting.
[what? who? he's not sure at the moment, but he knows that's what he wants.]
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... Humans are so fragile.
[and while normally he would reflect on such a thing with a bit of teasing remorse, with some level of fondness, neither of those are present in his tone now. there's the slightest strain of irritation, even if it's hard to place where it comes from or who it's for.
he continues to bleed out as the pain overtakes his body, makes his breath shudder in pained gasps, and finally his free hand presses against the place where H had bitten him, his glove becoming covered in his own blood where the wound is open.]
This body is... breaking. Melting. [a beat, and then almost contradictory:] I want to keep fighting.
[what? who? he's not sure at the moment, but he knows that's what he wants.]