Hakkai swatted his hand away, bristling as the alchemy of Gojyo shouting in his face transmuted guilt, grief and uncertainty into wonderfully uncomplicated anger. How dared he? How dared he come here to ask Hakkai to involve him all over again in something that might have already ended in his death? How dared he shout at Hakkai about stupidity and selfishness when he was still dripping from washing away his own blight, when minutes ago he'd been saying he couldn't stop 'feeling bad about stuff'--
-- that was just how 'us humans' worked.
"That's none of your business!" he shouted back into his friend's face, fury metallic at the back of his tongue. "You don't know me. You don't know my god!"
And he'd begged her to release him, but she had refused. She knew, he'd warned her; and even though he was fighting back the blight as stubbornly as he can, it had been spreading the last few days in fits and starts, and this morning there had been more than one tiny little eye squinting from the patch like a sickly yellow boil on corrupted skin.
He wasn't going to let Gojyo see that. He wasn't going to let anyone see it, if he could possibly avoid it.
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-- that was just how 'us humans' worked.
"That's none of your business!" he shouted back into his friend's face, fury metallic at the back of his tongue. "You don't know me. You don't know my god!"
And he'd begged her to release him, but she had refused. She knew, he'd warned her; and even though he was fighting back the blight as stubbornly as he can, it had been spreading the last few days in fits and starts, and this morning there had been more than one tiny little eye squinting from the patch like a sickly yellow boil on corrupted skin.
He wasn't going to let Gojyo see that. He wasn't going to let anyone see it, if he could possibly avoid it.