[He holds still when Kirei says that, looking at the spare black keys with apprehension. He's familiar with bleeding too much -- Kiritsugu's bullets put him in the hospital from sheer blood loss, and he doesn't want to repeat that (or worse) now. He couldn't remove the blade from his shoulder if he wanted to when his other wrist is broken anyway. But it's painful not to run away, and there's not much pride between him and begging.]
That's a given, is it not? To be good, to be charitable, to be loving -- that is what is expected of people because those traits pave the way to a greater good for all. One would need to be dysfunctional to reject all those things.
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You're sick...
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I'm afraid there's only so much self denial that even a man of God can weather.
[He slides a hand down Byakuya's shirt, slowly undoing the buttons]
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[His wrist may be broken, but he can still push at Kirei's hand. It's just a weak push, mostly with his forearm.]
Get away from me!
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Then I will raise another question to you -- do you think it wise to try and make decisions for the man who could kill you at a moment's notice?
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[His smirk is almost fond]
Especially not at my hands. I like to think of myself as a patient, methodical man.
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Aaand he has no idea how to respond and this point so he just clenches his fist in Kirei's shirt, drops his head, and tries not to sob too audibly.]