Notes

It wasn't like he hadn't kissed someone before but...none of them had meant something like this. None of the others...actually cared for him. A huge wave of anger surged around the atmosphere, for the dreaded spirit was swirling into dust, encased inside himself once more-- as if the tremendous aura of power, was diminished so easily. Sighing very lightly in relief, a brief feeling of sadness washed over him. Gently pulling away, he was expecting quite a lot of regret from his savior. It was strange, that he wasn't afraid of dying for Datka's sake; but more so that he may have provoked the boy into hating him. "Are you...mad at me? For having to do 'that'...just to let me live" He finally asked, a blank expression pasted over his face, which didn't particularly match the clear trembling in his hands. He just wanted to embrace the smaller figure, the slightest measure just to make sure he was still there, not just an illusion. The fact that his friend almost killed himself by such risky actions-- was terrifying. Fists clenched, he knew he couldn't possibly do any more damage that would only cause the other to flinch away. Perhaps their connection was only held on a thin line now...nothing was more scary that that. He did not understand it himself, but he valued Datka above all friends...not one other person had stuck with him so long, let alone stay around him, after the brutal truth of his past. "Don't leave me..." He whispered desperately, before a word was uttered from the other. Hands raised immediately, he covered his mouth with eyes widened. He wasn't supposed to say that aloud. 'Argh, I'm so stupid.' [2/2]