[Firo's driven to scramble to his feet and limp towards Czes. His injured leg is a painful reminder of his mortality.
If he was moving under his own power, he would have frozen in his tracks at Czes's last sentence. Right. He's been so caught up in what's not there that he completely neglected to consider that Czes needs someone looking after him if they're released from Mrs. Johnson's control.]
I'm... I'm sorry.
[He growls and shakes his head. The other thing holding him back was that he just can't bear to hurt his friend. It's painfully short term thinking, but that's the kind of thinking Firo often finds himself trapped in. If Czes is killed here and comes back, he'll have someone to be with him. If that person is killed instead... Mayfield isn't the kind of place a child should be left alone, even if that child is actually centuries old.]
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If he was moving under his own power, he would have frozen in his tracks at Czes's last sentence. Right. He's been so caught up in what's not there that he completely neglected to consider that Czes needs someone looking after him if they're released from Mrs. Johnson's control.]
I'm... I'm sorry.
[He growls and shakes his head. The other thing holding him back was that he just can't bear to hurt his friend. It's painfully short term thinking, but that's the kind of thinking Firo often finds himself trapped in. If Czes is killed here and comes back, he'll have someone to be with him. If that person is killed instead... Mayfield isn't the kind of place a child should be left alone, even if that child is actually centuries old.]
Then what? Am I supposed to just kill you?