[He's exhausted, that's true. His mind is clouded and he feels like he can't fight Sunday about anything, even though just moments ago the other's fangs were piercing Aether's neck, draining him of blood. The soft smile doesn't help either, as it feels far from safe.]
...You want to keep me?
[His voice sounds so distant, like it doesn't even belong to him.]
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...You want to keep me?
[His voice sounds so distant, like it doesn't even belong to him.]
I... don't understand.
[He doesn't, but there's nothing he can do.]