He couldn't hold it back when a soft groan escapes his lips. He didn't dare touch him. He looked so.. Hurt. But at the same time, accepting. He gently pulls him up with his scythe, wrapping it around his waist and pulling him up towards his body Do not fret, little one. Your misery will not be in vain. Usually, it happens because you felt it needed to be. Deep inside. He then pulls his scythe away I will take care of you, now. So please, He places a hand on his cheek and turns his head Stop looking at your old body. You have a new one, much much stronger than the last. Maybe, he thought, maybe I will keep this one. He seems to need.. Healing. Comfort
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