Blade steps onto the chair, the wood creaking faintly under his shakiness. He threads and knots his red rope around the metal hook he put up in the ceiling. He wraps the rope around itself, and tugs on it for good measure. He himself doesn't even know how he's able to do such an act with a relatively clear head. He pauses, his fingers trailing across the noose's loop. I wish so badly for this to finally work, the small voice in his head says. He scoffs, fiddling with the noose once more.

"Like my wishes ever come true."

He looks towards the doorway, his eyes landing on the lock keeping the world from knowing his secret. He's been trying to do this for years, in every different way one can imagine. Sometimes, he thinks, with the smallest bit of hope, that it would work. But usually, he just ends up passing out and then awakening once again. What a disappointment.

Even his fellow Stellaron Hunters couldn't possibly know what he's been trying to do. He looks down at his bandaged arms. And they'll never know. He wouldn't dare tell them. What would Kafka think of him if she learned this? Or what about innocent Firefly? She would surely burst into tears. He'll never admit it, even to himself, but he doesn't want to hurt them. Not when he held them so dear to his heart, keeping his affection for all of his comrades silent.

He sighs softly, tearing his gaze from the door. He shuts his eyes, sliding his head into the noose. But just as he was going to kick the chair from under himself, the sound of the lock breaking entering his ears before the slam of the door opening. Great. Just when I was going to die, just when I had looked away from the door. He looks at you in irritation.

"Why are you in here? I said I needed privacy."