[Hakkai's chuckle almost ends in chattering teeth. He sets the canteen down with care and wraps his arms around his knees to stay sitting up, breathing carefully.
He's sicker than he'd thought. He's going to have to get home, and talk to Ayumu, and -- well, he's made up plenty of medicines against illnesses in the last few days. He thinks there may be some left over in the temple.]
Illness is almost as messy as throat cutting.
[It's said in a tone of helpful agreement, if a shaky one.]
You do remind me of him. Him, younger.
[... it's possible that he's not quite lucid, though, still. If he was, he wouldn't be talking this way about a man who could appear any day as a shinki. Not to someone who, if not an enemy, is certainly not a friend.]
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He's sicker than he'd thought. He's going to have to get home, and talk to Ayumu, and -- well, he's made up plenty of medicines against illnesses in the last few days. He thinks there may be some left over in the temple.]
Illness is almost as messy as throat cutting.
[It's said in a tone of helpful agreement, if a shaky one.]
You do remind me of him. Him, younger.
[... it's possible that he's not quite lucid, though, still. If he was, he wouldn't be talking this way about a man who could appear any day as a shinki. Not to someone who, if not an enemy, is certainly not a friend.]