"You did always hate a lingering death," he acknowledges.
It's odd, the things that occur to you in the moment; Wufei almost laughs, but he tamps down the urge to a grim and unpleasant little smile. No telling what hysteria lies on the other end of that idea. It was how they had met, after all, in the very real threat of a slow and lingering, mutual death.
And how they would part, at least temporarily.
"I have never wished for your death," Wufei says, his hands still foreign to him, reaching to grasp at the handle again, obedient as any other weapon, "You will not remember this, so I'll tell you, at least this once: I love you. You have been my friend, my brother-in-arms, and— I am sorry."
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It's odd, the things that occur to you in the moment; Wufei almost laughs, but he tamps down the urge to a grim and unpleasant little smile. No telling what hysteria lies on the other end of that idea. It was how they had met, after all, in the very real threat of a slow and lingering, mutual death.
And how they would part, at least temporarily.
"I have never wished for your death," Wufei says, his hands still foreign to him, reaching to grasp at the handle again, obedient as any other weapon, "You will not remember this, so I'll tell you, at least this once: I love you. You have been my friend, my brother-in-arms, and— I am sorry."