"...told you...I was selfish..." Aoi's knees buckled, and he had to reach and grasp Akane's forearms to hold himself up. He felt for the versions of himself that had died in the Second Nonary Games that weren't. This fucking sucked.

"Take the...knife out...before you magic that shit. Can't heal around it." He didn't think he could reach it himself, and if Akane kept Curing it, the wound was just going to rip back open when they pulled it out.

He turned his head to eye the Shadow Akane Duster was holding. "You done?"