[Chuuya’s answer is a wordless grunt, and while it hurts to be pinned down like this with unknown injuries plaguing him, he stops trying to escape and goes limp under Atsushi, panting from exertion.]
...I lost myself from the blood and the roars.
[His voice is strained, expression twisted in pain, and he clings to Atsushi’s shirt to keep him from...what? Leaving? Atsushi wouldn’t just abandon him like that, and yet Chuuya finds himself holding on just in case.]
I’ll be fine, just...take me with you, if you’re going to fight again.
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...I lost myself from the blood and the roars.
[His voice is strained, expression twisted in pain, and he clings to Atsushi’s shirt to keep him from...what? Leaving? Atsushi wouldn’t just abandon him like that, and yet Chuuya finds himself holding on just in case.]
I’ll be fine, just...take me with you, if you’re going to fight again.