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[Guess who's been wandering the plane since he woke up after the fight with Ryotarou, trying to find a place where people aren't? Okay, more like staggering, but you get the point.

In any case, after several attempted refuges--each abandoned in turn after someone appeared at a distance--Firo has settled on the old theater. He's sitting with his back to the stage under the projector, his feet against the first row of chairs. Healthy he is not. He's shivering non-stop now, his skin unnaturally hot to the touch, his eyes completely unfocused. There's still a massive slash in his clothing where Ryotarou's sword-thing cut him.]

I can't... I won't... not goin' back... don't want to hurt....

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[And guess who's been following Firo for a little while now? He follows him into the theater and stops off to the side and behind him, well out of stabbing distance.]

You stabbed Ryotarou.

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[It takes him a full fifteen seconds to register who you are, Hei.] I didn't... don't remember.

[contract_star]

No, I suppose you wouldn't.

[Stares at Firo for awhile.] He's alright, mostly. It wasn't really your fault. But if you lose it like that again, I'm going to have to stop you.

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Please. Don't want to... hurt anyone. Just... can't stop.

[contract_star]

[Heavy sigh.] I know you don't. But that doesn't change things.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Don't let me. [Hello, a moment of lucidity.] Please. Don't want to hurt anyone.

[contract_star]

I know. I won't let you. Don't worry.