I told him it wouldn't be over with just that conversation. My quiet grilling of him was interrupted, but I fully intended to pick up where we left off, with the addition of physical force if necessary.
I never got to finish that interrogation.
Instead, I got to cradle his head while tremors wracked his body as he went into shock. Some detached part of me wondered if it was the physical pain of losing an eye, or the loss of his magic.
He's an idiot to think we'd be better off without him. We need him.
I need him.
"You idiot."
Kurogane's head smacked to the side as, yet again, Fai hit him. He was in enough pain already, damnit, why did the mage feel the need to add to it? "What now?" he snapped.
Kurogane was slumped on the floor, leaning against the wall; the blonde loomed over him, his hands on his hips. "You're bleeding." It was an accusation, not a question. "I told you to take care of that arm."
Kurogane sighed. "There's no escaping you, you know that?"
"Yes, and that's why you're an idiot!" Fai said cheerfully, and leaned down to clean his arm.