[ Eiri doesn't even believe it's him, doesn't even believe that he was saved from that place. Is that really how far they broke him? Did they give him false hopes about being saved before? Haku has no clue whatsoever, but all he knows is that he just wants to reassure Eiri as soon as possible that this is all real, that that long nightmare is finally over. (That, and a part of him honestly wants to go back just to shove another bullet into those men for even daring to do this to Eiri, to reduce him to such a state when the usual Eiri he knows is so, so strong.) ]
It's me..
[ He just repeats it again, a little more insistent (desperate, honestly) this time. There's naturally no one he believes in this world more than his Messiah, so he knows that Eiri can pull through this, but.. there's still that fear in the back of his mind that being left behind so many times instilled in him instinctively - what if he doesn't? What if they really broke him so much that he'll never be himself again? That's a more frightening thought than anything else to Haku. ]
Really-- it's me..! [ Something cracks a little in his voice because of that, and he tries to support the other in such a way that he can latch onto that good hand with one of his own, squeezing it a little, as if enough physical reminders should be enough to make him aware that this situation is real, that he's really back here at the headquarters with him rather than still there with those terrorists. ]
one day i'll make better icons..... one day
It's me..
[ He just repeats it again, a little more insistent (desperate, honestly) this time. There's naturally no one he believes in this world more than his Messiah, so he knows that Eiri can pull through this, but.. there's still that fear in the back of his mind that being left behind so many times instilled in him instinctively - what if he doesn't? What if they really broke him so much that he'll never be himself again? That's a more frightening thought than anything else to Haku. ]
Really-- it's me..! [ Something cracks a little in his voice because of that, and he tries to support the other in such a way that he can latch onto that good hand with one of his own, squeezing it a little, as if enough physical reminders should be enough to make him aware that this situation is real, that he's really back here at the headquarters with him rather than still there with those terrorists. ]
Just open your eyes..!