Fai was disoriented, but he could feel the cold, hard cement beneath his frame. At first he was confused. He had been dying, he knew as much. He had felt relief at that fact. He would finally be reunited with his family and the brother he loved.
But then like a dam bursting, memories flooded back to him in a crashing wave fit to make him drown. Kurogane had picked him up, saved his life, cared enough about him to become prey to the monster that he had become.
This newest development in their relationship forced Fai's hand. He had to push Kurogane away. They couldn't become close again. He'd cared enough about Fai to save him, and that couldn't be forgiven. They had been swimming in dangerous waters for a while now, and Fai knew where that path led. He had things he had to do, and he couldn't let Kurogane become a hindrance. It was painful, but this had to be done. His self-destructive nature had backfired magnificently, and he'd lost a great deal in the process: Syaoran's soul, his left eye, his freedom, and Kurogane's friendship.
So he sat up, lone eye locked with his savior. He knew which words to use, which words would cut the deepest. He took a breath, plastered on a dim smile, and said, "Good morning, Kurogane."