[ This is the summation of their bond, isn't it? Akechi destroys, Maruki revives, and in the end their hands clasp together anyway.

He feels at his neck for a moment longer – the wound is fully closed up, no more fresh blood pours, but he's weak from how much was lost. Nauseated by the way it surrounds them. He can't look at Akechi's hand, can't look down at the ground around him. He only takes it with closed eyes, whole body trembling as he's hauled up to his feet. ]

I need to go to the clinic. [ A beat. ] The– conclave. Whatever we're calling it now. [ Are the words even audible, or is he only speaking in his own head? There's a dark ringing in his ears. ] You don't– I can go on my own.