Authoress' Notes: I literally almost started crying as I was writing this. So if you notice the quality of writing goes down in the second half, that's why. I guess this is a companion piece to Strength.

Weakness

It was there in her eyes. Sadness and regret so deep that for the first time in his life it hurt to actually look at that beautiful face. Green eyes, so much like his very own, told him everything that he needed to know. He was too late to save her.

He fought that realization, fought it with every ounce of his being as if it was the demon that had taken her from him in the first place. Because he knew that he could not bear to lose her. She was his life, the only thing that ever mattered to him.

He pushed all these thoughts to the side except for one. Kanan, only she mattered, now, as it had always been. With the strength that only the thought of her gave him he embraced her trembling figure. He didn't care that it was through prison bars he just needed to hold her, needed to know that she was alright. He needed to hear her voice, needed her arms around him. He needed all of these things like an addict needs a fix.

"Kanan..." He said as if it was the holiest of names.

"...oh Gonou..." She tightened her arms around him awkwardly through the bars. He felt her arms moving soothingly across the expanse of his back. The broken sound of crying echoed through out the hollow room and it took him a moment to realize that it was him that was sobbing.

"Lets go home Kanan..."

"Gonou..." He felt those arms move lower and he felt the dagger being taken pulled out of his pants. But he didn't actually register these movements until she pulled away from him.

"...Gonou, I can't go home with you." Her voice cracked and her tears flowed freely down that beautiful face. "I'm carrying the...spawn ..of that monster."

She raised the dagger to her neck...

"No! Kanan, please don't...!"

Helpless.

"I'm ...so ..sorry Gonou."

Weak. To weak to save her from that monster. To weak to save her from herself.