[A good portion of his focus is on berating himself. After all, if he hadn't slipped up, he wouldn't have left Kiki alone to deal with the rest of the bandits. That's not fair to her, though he knows she can handle it.
Ah...she'll scold him later for it, and it'll be fine, right?
That's what he tells himself, because the rest of him can't help but notice how much it hurts. He's bleeding pretty steadily, too; he can feel it, and automatically pushes a trembling hand to the gash in his side.
(He's not ready to die) after all, there's no time for sick days. They have to be able to keep up with Prince Zen.
...And then the sounds of fighting fade away, and he winces as he's rolled over, and then he blinks blearily. ...Oh. Kiki is--]
Kiki...
[His voice is a croak, which is something he can't seem to fix; trying to clear his throat just makes him wince.]
Ha...Sorry. [for leaving her to fight them all along, he means--nothing as grim as his lack of addition makes it sound.]
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Ah...she'll scold him later for it, and it'll be fine, right?
That's what he tells himself, because the rest of him can't help but notice how much it hurts. He's bleeding pretty steadily, too; he can feel it, and automatically pushes a trembling hand to the gash in his side.
(He's not ready to die) after all, there's no time for sick days. They have to be able to keep up with Prince Zen.
...And then the sounds of fighting fade away, and he winces as he's rolled over, and then he blinks blearily. ...Oh. Kiki is--]
Kiki...
[His voice is a croak, which is something he can't seem to fix; trying to clear his throat just makes him wince.]
Ha...Sorry. [for leaving her to fight them all along, he means--nothing as grim as his lack of addition makes it sound.]