[She doesn't move to take his hand, partially because she is in so much pain and partially because she can feel how cautious his touch stays even now. So she'll simply extend her fingers, just enough to brush metallic knuckles against his hand; a delicate gesture, meant only to acknowledge, to try to reach out if he would let her.]
I know. I... I-I made a promise that I would try.
I don't want you to die, either, Akechi. I really, really don't.
eh fuck the robot icon time for default
I know. I... I-I made a promise that I would try.
I don't want you to die, either, Akechi. I really, really don't.