"Raargghhh!! Stop it! Let me go!!" Shiro struggles and hisses and growls, but without fully recovering, it's futile. So he just gives up. And goes limp again and his voice goes quiet. "What do you understand. Nothing. It wasn't your life that was ending. Maybe forever.

I WAS scared. I had every right to be. So screw you... screw your righteousness. I don't want to hear it."

And now, I'm weak, and useless. So what was the damn point. What was the point of any of this? I'd rather be dead again than weak!

An all too familiar, embarrassing stinging comes into his eyes, and he is sure to keep his head down and his hair over his face.

"Let me go."