It was so heartbreaking witnessing him stumble and twitch about as his joints flailed as if the only thing supporting him were thin strings.

And it hurt even more when he raised his head. His long strands of hair messily frame his face and flow down his back as his eyes stare at you blankly and almost with a silent plea.

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

Your poor lover stumbles into your arms and collapses into his normal self as his head touches your 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.