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Voices started to surface from the darkness. Talking. Shouting. His name. It all swirled together in one frenzied rush of emotion and pain.

"...so much... blood..."

"Fai..."

"...his eye... survive?"

"Fai..."

"...shock... death..."

"Fai..."

"... the witch... deal... blood..."

"Fai..."

"...the price... steep..."

"Idiot."

The voices came and went but he knew what they were up to. They were trying to save him or at the very least figure out how to save him. Why else would the dimensional witch be mentioned? He couldn't allow this, shouldn't allow this, had no right allow this! He was a burden and even the lowest price was far too much for his sake.

"Don't." He struggled through parted lips, his throat dry and raspy."

The room went silent.

He took a breath and gathered what strength he had left to try again. "Don't... save me." Each word a feat of it's own as he struggled and gasped. "I want... I want..." What did he want? To live? To die? To continue running? He thought back to the tower and his secret wish, the wish that even the with couldn't grant and felt a phantom tear fall from the eye that was no more. 'I want to be loved...' But instead of the truth, so long ago buried with his dead brother and true name, lies rose up through his lips with new resolve. "If I continue to live... Syaoran's magic with also live..." He took a long shaky breath. "It's... only half but still... it's too much. He'd be... unstoppable."

He'd been lying so long now did they really expect him to tell the truth even now?

Somewhere to his left Mokona cried out and Kurogane's fist hit the wall. He couldn't see much but it'd no doubt left a sizable hole. "What kind of person are you that you can just give up like that?" He growled, his voice completely different from the almost gentle whisper he'd heard earlier.

Suddenly he was jerked up from the bed in a way that only the ninja would do to an injured man, red eyes meeting his one blue one as he struggled to keep his head from lolling. "I'm... sorry." He tried to whisper, realizing a moment too late that it was the truth.

His strength failed him then as his head fell back on a neck that would no longer support him. 'I don't want to die but... I don't deserve to. I want to be loved...' His heart panged with the thought. 'but I don't deserve that either.' Another ghost tear made it's way down his face as voices, one in particular, rose up all around him but he no longer listened. It didn't matter what he wanted. Fate had been too kind to him as of recent and there was no doubt in his mind he'd get the one thing he did deserve very soon.

He allowed himself to slink back into darkness, willing the world away with his last breaths as oblivion closed in from every angle.