You feel Killer practically lunge forward, hugging you tightly as he desperately had wanted to for what felt like forever in his own suffocating time spent with you recently. After a bit of convincing, you had finally managed to get Killer to allow your help... Somewhat. Though, he currently wasn't in the best state, his thoughts consuming him at the moment as he felt empty. He wanted to cry, but couldn't, and instead the black liquid leaked from his eyes instead; previously smudged across his face in whatever attempt to wipe it away. He couldn't even bring himself to struggle against it anymore, and you knew it all too well, as much as you hated to see it. He still had this form of..fake grin, spread across his face. But it no longer made you uneasy. He held you tightly while he tried to convince himself you wouldn't just disappear before his eyes like the rest, despite him not wanting to admit such weakness. He could feel the same, familiar sense of déjà vu. It felt like it gnawed at his bones, as they began to feel weak. He could feel his sins crawling on his back, mixing into an inevitable feeling of dread with the "déjà vu" that he felt. However, all he could do is wait in the small sense of comfort you were at least willing to provide him for the moment, feeling as though he should be more grateful. If he even felt that much.