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[ Firo blinks and relaxes his hold slightly. Does Seto really think the message was truthful? He has to be smarter than that. ]

"Okay"? How do you know that?

[ He shakes his head and gives an exasperated sigh. ]

You can't just trust these guys, Seto!

[Seto relaxes along with Firo, just a little, letting his gaze fall towards the ground. He doesn't want to trust the Malnosso, after everything they put him and everyone else through. But... there's this part of him that wants to trust them.

He wants to believe that they will send him to another world, he wants to believe that he will be okay.]

I want to trust them. I don't think they're lying, it'll be safe.

...Why?

[ Ever since he got to know Seto, Firo's been worried that Seto's trusting nature would get him into trouble. With a sinking feeling, he starts to wonder if that might be about to happen. ]

Honestly, Seto, when have they ever shown that they're trustworthy?

They brought me back to life!

[He just blurts it out. And really he does believe that makes them trustworthy... or at least that made it so he owes them one and he isn't afraid to repay them for doing that. He should be dead right now, but he isn't and he's more than thankful for it]

[ Firo deserves to be yelled at for this, even he realizes that. But still, the fact that sweet little Seto could raise his voice at all has him stunned. It takes him a moment to formulate a response. ]

They're the ones who-!

[ He's about to accuse the Malnosso of getting Seto killed in the first place, but breaks off when he realizes that's not totally true. It's the Third Part soldier who killed him. And it's Firo who let him get killed. ]

No, I'm the one who died! I got myself killed! It wasn't their fault!

[His eyes are filling up with tears but he doesn't care. It's not like it's going to make his vision any worse. The vision he lost because of what happened during the draft.

Right... the vision he lost.]

It was me, okay!! Don't blame them...

[He let's go of PF so she falls onto the bed and brings his hands up to his eyes, ducking his head. Trembling, he tries to wipe the tears falling down his cheeks but then just pulls his hands away to stare at them as they shake]

I'm alive because of them... not dead.

It's not your fault. Seto, I-!

[ This is terrifying. You can't be around Seto very long without discovering he cries a lot, and Firo's seen Seto break down once before, when he was talking about his empty world. This is different. Firo's never seen him look so hurt. It's all his fault; why couldn't he just shut up for once?

He darts forward to hold Seto, to try and stop him from shaking like that. It takes him a moment, grappling with shock, to find his voice. ]

Just stop it... Don't say stuff like that.

[The shaking doesn't stop, even when Firo takes a hold of him. In fact, it just gets worse but that may be because he just starts to sob in that moment, not holding back. Why is he so upset? Really, he shouldn't be crying like this, it's like he's just falling apart.

Which... in a sense he is. He's been holding back everything ever since he died. It never really hit him that he was dead, he was wiped off the face of this planet even if only for a week. He hasn't cried since then, he hasn't let the fear or pain of that moment bother him.

Instead, he's just been putting on a smile and saying everything's okay.

When in the back of his mind, he knew everything wasn't okay. It was never going to be okay.

His hands find the other's shoulders and he clings, to the point where is dull finger nails just dig into the fabric like he's going to rip it. He doesn't bother trying to reply to Firo, he just coughs and let's the tears stream from his eyes]

[ Oh, damn it, Firo feels Seto continue to shake and realizes that he's just making it worse. But Firo doesn't let go. His mind refuses to think of something to help Seto, no matter how hard he curses or mentally kicks himself. Seto's tightening grip doesn't even register with Firo desperately wracks his brain for something. He can't let Seto hurt like this. ]

Seto? What-what's...

[ He doesn't need to ask what's wrong. He just yelled at the poor kid, and now Seto's blaming himself for dying; who wouldn't cry at that? Maybe he should just shut up. So he clings to Seto and, for the moment, does just that. ]

[And that's all Seto wants him to do for now. Just... silence, so he can cling to Firo in peace, so he can let everything he's been holding back just flow out. Get it all out of his system.

So for now, all he can do is just sob, cheek pressed against Firo's shoulder and his fingers now trying to dig through the fabric and to the skin.]

[ Firo let's Seto do that for a few moments, just holding the kid and lightly patting his back.

In the back of his mind, he notices Seto practically clawing at his shoulder; it makes him worry. Not for his own skin, he deserves a whole lot more hurt than this, but for Seto. Perhaps unwisely, he decides to force some words past his constricted throat, though anything slightly intelligent eludes him. ]

Seto... I-I'm sorry.

[All Seto can do is shake his head and sniffle. Why is he apologizing? If anyone should be apologizing it should be him. Firo's done nothing wrong. He takes a deep, shaky breath to try and find his voice.

When he speaks, his voice cracks] N-No...

[ "No?" Surprised, Firo pulls back a little and looks down at Seto. Is he telling Firo to stop talking or is he actually saying he shouldn't apologize? Firo has to apologize. He has to do more than that, to make it up to Seto, but he hasn't yet figured out what it is he needs to do. ]

...What?

D-Don't apolog-gize... [He has the hiccups now.

But now that Firo's pulled back, he leans away from the hug just a little too look up at the other, tears still rolling down his cheeks.]

[ He blinks and continues to stare at Seto. It's confusing, to say the least. Nearly anyone else would have already started yelling or scolding him for an even lesser offense- like the domino incident. Here he was the one to yell at Seto, the one to dredge up the bad memories, and still Seto's not mad at him? ]

...What're you talkin' about?

[ Then he tries to pull Seto back into a tight hug, staring blankly over his head. It's his fault, he's sure of that. ]

[Seto just allows himself to be pulled back into the hug, mainly because he doesn't have the strength or the will to fight against it. Besides, he always welcomes hugs, no matter the situation.

His grip on Firo's short slackens and he takes a deep breath]

D-Don't... [Hic]

Don't..? Don't apologize?

[If he wasn't so angry with himself, he would laugh. How does Seto worry about other people at times like these? Firo shakes his head and pats Seto's back as he lets out a small sigh.]

Seto... I need to. I made you cry. You deserve an apology.

No! Y-You didn't ma-ake me cry...

[Curse these hiccups. It makes it difficult to get the fact that Firo didn't make him cry, through.]

[It'd be nice to think this wasn't his fault, but Firo's just not convinced. He sighs and asks, as gently as he can:]

Then why're you cryin'?

I-I don't know...

[And this time he just sniffles instead of hiccups. He really doesn't know why he's crying, he doesn't want to cry but he can't stop]

It's not because I yelled at you?

[Seeing as how Seto started crying pretty soon after Firo started talking... it seemed like something simple enough for even Firo to realize.]

[Shaking his head. Seto is confusing, you should know this by now Firo]

Okay, so... You don't know what it was?

[...Man, Seto, Firo loves you but all this thinking is hurting his brain. Maybe it's time for a slightly different approach.]

Well, what's botherin' you?

I...

[He pauses then after a moment he puts on a faint smile and shakes his head]

It's nothing...

[He blinks. Does Seto really expect him to believe that?]

But it's not okay!

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