[Sieghart has only one priority in mind here, and it's to keep Aikawa alive. The dressing Soujirou put together for his severed arm is already soaked and due for a change, but he's still got some blood left to keep applying pressure when he feels warm arms around his body that pull him toward the light.
Despite the dizzying nausea that rocks his senses and the burning pain radiating from his bitten leg, he feels secure. It's a strangely nostalgic feeling, and one he hasn't felt in years. Soujirou's hand against his cheek gives his attention a place to focus, and the child's visage blurs in his vision.
Home, huh?
Before he slips into oblivion, all Sieghart can think is that Aikawa had better live.]
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Despite the dizzying nausea that rocks his senses and the burning pain radiating from his bitten leg, he feels secure. It's a strangely nostalgic feeling, and one he hasn't felt in years. Soujirou's hand against his cheek gives his attention a place to focus, and the child's visage blurs in his vision.
Home, huh?
Before he slips into oblivion, all Sieghart can think is that Aikawa had better live.]