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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[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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[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Sternly,] You are not going to die. I will not let you.

You speak of all those times in your head. All those stolen lives.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

I didn't want them! [Angry now.] I never wanted... [Sort of collapsing now, his eyes rolling back in his head.]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

I know. I know you didn't. [And she'll be going over to him now and cupping his face in her hands.] Firo!

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Flicker of consciousness.] S' okay, da. He said he'd help us.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Da? ...Oh dear. [And she moves to just hold Firo close to her since there's little else she can do, and man oh man does she ever hate that fact.]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

I understand, you know. [Putting a gentle hand on Ammy's arm and giving her a squeeze.] I get it. It's not your fault.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Playing along,] It is nice of you to say that.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't seem to hear her.] And who knows? If he's as good as he says, maybe I'll be back out fields before harvest.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Then let us hope for the best.