The strong clash of their bodies fused them into one; the connector being the violent thrust to his chest. The pain coursed through Aion as he loudly grunted in vain. He sprouted his blood and couldn't help, but lightly laugh to the situation at hand. This was some way to go. He slowly closed the remaining gap between them as his left hand took a hold of the others right. The terrified look on Chrno's face greatly amused him. How easily the other fell into the depths of his emotions. The darker man cupped the side of his brother's face with his right as he placed his forehead against his. It felt as if everything the man was feeling had flown into him; pitiful idiot with his sentiments. He gave his cheek a good pat and a word of goodbye before breaking off the tie; the blade slicing through his opponent's right arm as his body heavily fell to the ground. Along with a hand gently placed on top of the residual limb on his chest, a brief content smile graced his face while drawing the final curtains to his own story.
Chrno gasped for air and held his head with his intact hand in dismay. He cursed the fallen man as he was left with only those words to repeat itself in his mind. Tearful eyes darted at him; he managed to at least mumble a single line before Aion's lifeless limb hit the blood-stained floor. The bastard. He could only pray it reached him for the man selfishly went without another word, but leaving his infamous deceitful grin proudly painted across his lips.
I love you, too, brother.