[That rejection stings and Ishikirimaru can't help the way his shoulders slump and his hands drop somewhat. And when Nikkari speaks, tells him to leave, he frowns and his chest aches. Nikkari is never like this with him. They've always been able to enjoy each other's company amiably, whether sharing a cup or tea or indulging in a bit of laughter over some bad joke or the antics of one of their comrades. It's always been comfortable and warm and good between them.

This? This is distant. And cold. And very, very wrong.

So he shuffles forward on his knees and reaches out again, ignoring Nikkari's wishes. Were this almost any other circumstance, he would give the sword some space. But this isn't something he can afford to ignore. Nikkari thinks this is peaceful? That coughing says otherwise. And every time Ishikirimaru hears it, his cringes, as if his own body were the victim.]

I'm not leaving you.

[He tries to tug Nikkari closer, not to pick him up and forcefully drag him back home - at least, not yet - but to simply hold him.]

If you won't come back with me, then I'll just stay here with you until you change your mind.

[Not until you die because he can't bear to even think that, let alone say it.]

I won't leave you alone like this.