[ the choice. that yoru could be anyone’s choice to save here. more than one person had stood up for him.

it breaks him in an awful, happy way. he doesn’t deserve it.

he curls over his sandwich, laughing lowly. only - the noises coming out of his throat are heavy, edged with traces of hysteria. ]

I know. [ the words come out raw, claws digging into his throat and crawling out his mouth. ] I know you care about me. I voted for you, you know, because I couldn’t vote for myself. Because I knew you wouldn’t hate me for it.

[ but yoru already regrets it, putting down any name but his. especially blade’s, who fought for his innocence. ]

I’m sorry… But I wish you had voted for me. And I’m happy that you care and I hope you don’t stop, but… I don’t know, Blade. I don’t know.