[Blade's vision is swallowed by beautiful blue eyes, and it seems to mollify him for the moment. He's quiet and passive as he's helped back into bed again. All the fight has left him, not that he could really struggle in the first place.
He curls around Dan Heng the best he can, eyes squeezed shut, his freer hand worrying its way into the back of the dragon's shirt. He's practically shoving his face into Dan Heng's chest.]
I'm sorry, [he murmurs again.] I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
[He's remembering and he wishes he wasn't. It's as if Mara was balancing his memories on spinning plates, and now they're all crashing down. He trembles. He wants to cry, which is a strange feeling, but he doesn't want to cry in front of the doctor. Or maybe he's unable to cry because he's just overwhelmed? He's not sure.]
You... you did what you had to do. As always. But I...
[He sucks in a sharp breath. He remembers the scent of blood that isn't his own, and blurred images of people he's met. A castle, a blood red moon. Pressing something into Dan Heng's hands.]
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He curls around Dan Heng the best he can, eyes squeezed shut, his freer hand worrying its way into the back of the dragon's shirt. He's practically shoving his face into Dan Heng's chest.]
I'm sorry, [he murmurs again.] I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
[He's remembering and he wishes he wasn't. It's as if Mara was balancing his memories on spinning plates, and now they're all crashing down. He trembles. He wants to cry, which is a strange feeling, but he doesn't want to cry in front of the doctor. Or maybe he's unable to cry because he's just overwhelmed? He's not sure.]
You... you did what you had to do. As always. But I...
[He sucks in a sharp breath. He remembers the scent of blood that isn't his own, and blurred images of people he's met. A castle, a blood red moon. Pressing something into Dan Heng's hands.]