#but since hes not and they know that they caused this Themself....<3 srry jh gran wouldve done a 'teehee u saved me from dying again thanks

[flovverworks]

' are you an idiot?! ' the four-legged thing that could have crushed akira's head within its jaws writhes and shrieks when metal impales it. for as much as others might have looked down on huan for his bloody habits, it was always during moments like these that a life was nevertheless saved. even then, this hare-brained princess might have still felt sympathy for the roaring creature, and that too would have another fatal mistake. ' these parts aren't safe, moron! don't tell me you came out here expecting nothing more than a nice walk! ' amidst the struggle, a grunt and heave. retrieving the draw of his weapon, he sets himself squarely between akira and his newfound quarry, a growling beast sizing up another growling beast. had the farms and peaceful little village softened the other's common sense into dirt? the instant anyone stepped into these sorts of boundaries, the world became harsh and cruel, a ring of competition. with huan readying himself for a lunge, the wounded thing merely roars, then turns and bounds away. a harsh leer chases after it, but huan nevertheless stays still and remains. until he turns, his gaze piercing through the other next. brows set and the silence is brief. ' ... well? what do you have to say for yourself? '

Nothing, really. Or better yet; nothing they could say in this moment. In books being saved was always a dramatic and beautiful endeavor. The one protected would be feeling relief and awe when their savior appears, drawing their sword heroically and speaking a threat if the attacker were not to withdraw, and maybe the one protected would even launch themself at the other to embrace them once safety was ensured. A moment of thrill and excitement and doing your utmost to not sneak a peak at the next page to see how the scenario turned out.

All Akira was feeling was nausea.

Their legs had given out around the time he had appeared, the overwhelming fear for their life and relief to see someone they knew mixing into something too big to handle. They should have been moving, if not away then enough to give them both space, but at that moment it hadn't been an option, let alone a consideration. Instead they looked on in horrific amazement, just as unable to cover their eyes and ears despite wishing for it. It hurts to see anything (anyone) in pain, so they feel bad for it, they don't feel bad for it, and they pray he won't get hurt.

It's difficult to get upset over Jia Huans words when he put himself in harms way for you.

"I'm sorry", spoken with a voice that wavers with the same tears that was stinging in their eyes, gaze dropping to the side. It doesn't matter, even if they can't see him properly they still feel the stare. They can't even look at him. He had no obligation to save them, yet he did, and they can't even look at him. Guilt seeps into the mixture of emotions, a pain in their stomach, an uneasy feeling in their arms, did he think of it as pathetic? Akira did. 'I didn't think it'd happen', what good did that do? The reason wasn't anything special either. He already disliked them, would this make it cross over to hate? They didn't want that. They didn't want that at all.

"I..." it was their fault, and he had looked unbelievably cool. Maybe later, when they had calmed down, the ordeal would seem more heroic, but now...(and maybe later, they would wonder how he was so quick to find them). "...Thank you", they start, voice still weak, but a gnawing feeling that if they kept quiet it might make matters worse. "There's...a flower. My sister said in a letter she wanted to see it...that's all. I'm sorry."