Iz Tsubasa ficbit
He hates himself for it later, but when he looks up and sees her his first thought is: please, save him, I'll give anything for it. If it's true that there's a price for everything, I'll pay the price. Don't let him die if there is any sanity in the worlds. I can't bear it. Take my life, but spare his, please, spare his...
But of course this is the sort of thinking that led him here in the first place. He imagines Kurogane yelling at him and forces himself to say nothing except: "Help him."
Later, when he is kneeling beside the futon, he wonders how it is that he has given up so much in his life without anyone gaining anything in return. His good eye traces the lines of Kurogane's face, which even in sleep make him look both world-weary and tremendously irritated.
Maybe he's just given up the wrong things. Everyone has been saying to him this whole time that he shouldn't suffer alone, but the problem was that he *wanted* to suffer alone. He tried to give up his ties to people so that he wouldn't be beholden to them. But that wasn't the answer, was it?
Maybe he could give up his burdens instead.
He imagines millions of people in the endless worlds making sacrifices every day, trading away parts of themselves because they want to help the people they love, and they want to suffer for it, because they think it will make things right, and still in the end no-one is any happier. Nothing can come of it. Pain is not something that can be borne by one person while others are completely untouched.
All he can do now is accept the sacrifices of others. When Kurogane wakes up, he decides, he will call him something appropriately ridiculous.