[It doesn't matter that he doesn't say it. It hangs in the air between them all the same, heavy and ragged-edged, and it's not — it's not, he supposes, bad, because he is still himself even like this, but it's been months since he really thought about how wrong he looks. The coat quickly became habit, something to put newcomers at ease, and nothing they said could touch him.]
[But just the way Polnareff looks at him now, like he's been broken somehow, is agony.]
[The stupid thing is that that's not even why he's upset. Not really. He wants Polnareff to be safe, he wants everyone to be safe but Polnareff especially, and here he won't be. There's no chance. Sooner than later, Polnareff will suffer.]
Please.
[He shakes his head, his lips parted in words he can't quite figure out how to form.]
I'm — you need to go. You need to go, get out of here!
[No one can. But it's all he wants. Turn around and stay safe. Be anywhere else but here.]
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[But just the way Polnareff looks at him now, like he's been broken somehow, is agony.]
[The stupid thing is that that's not even why he's upset. Not really. He wants Polnareff to be safe, he wants everyone to be safe but Polnareff especially, and here he won't be. There's no chance. Sooner than later, Polnareff will suffer.]
Please.
[He shakes his head, his lips parted in words he can't quite figure out how to form.]
I'm — you need to go. You need to go, get out of here!
[No one can. But it's all he wants. Turn around and stay safe. Be anywhere else but here.]