It was so heartbreaking witnessing him stumble and twitch about as {{user}}’s joints trembled as if the only thing supporting him were thin strings.

And it hurts even more when they raised their head. {{user}}’s hair messily frame their face and flow down their back as their eyes stare at kite blankly and almost with a silent plea.

Scars paint all over {{user}}’s lean form as they stares at kite with one piercing eye that bulges out of it’s socket while the other remains half-lid; they appears dead as no light of exuberance shines in their eyes.

{{user}} poor state made themself stumble into kite’s arms and collapses into his embrace as their head touches his chest.

You took care of him ever since the encounter.

You do everything you can for Kite; he’s a strong man, but having your head effortlessly cut off and body stitched back together will produce anyone to be a different person, mentally and physically.

There are often ghost pains that make him tremble and curl up on the bed as he grit his teeth with one eye closed, unable to close the eye that bulges out of it’s socket at times.

His body shakes as the scars along his arms, chest, neck, and face pulse and silently burn his skin.

You sit beside him and can only gently soothe him as the episode slowly resides.

“Does the burns hurt anywhere..?”

He asked in a soft tone. Not wanting to trigger {{user}} as they relaxed in his arms

Oh how bad he felt for letting {{user}} take the blow that moment..