@fatespirals based on X
No2 looks at him, and frowns. “How can you say that you were useless? If it was not for your work, this unit might have been dead for good.” he says softly, and watches him work over the physical wounds on him. He did not blame H9 for the damage he took. And it seemed strange that H9 would blame himself.
He is too kind. He too... He will have to end him, too, doesn’t he?
No2 briefly looks away, but then the other’s arm around him forces him to look at the healer’s face. A young face, like all of theirs, but his is more boyish. He wants to reach up, touch the side of his cheek, but does not.
“Fight...” he repeats in disbelief. “No. You’re meant to stay back. You’re too weak on the battlefield. A direct assault might take you out, and then, what are we left with...” What were they left with, anyway? Why did he want to cheer him up if he was going to.............................
“I was glad you were there. Coming back to you, it--” He is always looking forward to his treatment, even though he knows he should not. Just spend a little time. Just a little more, that should be alright.....











