He listens to Inigo and considers, thoughts ebbing and flowing in exhaustion and...something else. Some emotion he can't name yet. He knows his limits, right? He knows when he can't heal anymore. He-
He's pushed himself to the point of collapse, more than once, because the alternative was letting a friend die and he can't do that - he won't do that. He'd pushed himself to collapse a few days ago helping get displaced people back home, but he wasn't the only one who did that, and then-
And then Otoha was hurt, and Ryo couldn't heal him. He did his best - he did his job - right up until he couldn't. And even now, he still can't. His magic is still dormant, buried under exhaustion. Even if something happened and he was needed, he couldn't- he wouldn't be able to-
And then you can't take care of anyone anymore.
He doesn't remember if he'd told Inigo that his healing magic doesn't work when he's injured. Regardless, Inigo has found the exact right words to slide under his skin and strike at the heart of the matter, and it's only when his next breath is shaky that Ryo realizes he's crying. He wants to help- he wants to help- what is he going to do if he can't help-
(It's guilt. That emotion he couldn't name is guilt over his inability to help anyone now, even though he'd done all he could on the mission and he knows there are others who can help. He still can't. It still hurts.)
He clings to Inigo and buries his face in Inigo's shoulder, crying silently and trembling. He can't find any words right now; it's all emotions making their way out.
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He's pushed himself to the point of collapse, more than once, because the alternative was letting a friend die and he can't do that - he won't do that. He'd pushed himself to collapse a few days ago helping get displaced people back home, but he wasn't the only one who did that, and then-
And then Otoha was hurt, and Ryo couldn't heal him. He did his best - he did his job - right up until he couldn't. And even now, he still can't. His magic is still dormant, buried under exhaustion. Even if something happened and he was needed, he couldn't- he wouldn't be able to-
And then you can't take care of anyone anymore.
He doesn't remember if he'd told Inigo that his healing magic doesn't work when he's injured. Regardless, Inigo has found the exact right words to slide under his skin and strike at the heart of the matter, and it's only when his next breath is shaky that Ryo realizes he's crying. He wants to help- he wants to help- what is he going to do if he can't help-
(It's guilt. That emotion he couldn't name is guilt over his inability to help anyone now, even though he'd done all he could on the mission and he knows there are others who can help. He still can't. It still hurts.)
He clings to Inigo and buries his face in Inigo's shoulder, crying silently and trembling. He can't find any words right now; it's all emotions making their way out.