*Thump!*
"K-kha…!" Spewing a fountain of blood from his mouth, he took his first breath.
For the second time in the last half hour, he felt as though he'd come back from the dead. Perhaps it wasn't even a figure of speech.
"B-brother…?" Noir's frantic call made him open his eyes.
He saw a dent in the chest of his suit, left by his partner's fists.
"…Damn, did you hit me?" he whispered weakly.
A slow but steady heartbeat echoed in his ears.
"Yeah, but… D-damn, you weren't breathing, I didn't know what to do."
At that moment, Mr. Nobody finally realized everything that had happened. A weak, incredulous chuckle escaped his lips.
"You think this is funny?"
"No, it's just… It's just that this can already be called my curse."
"…?" Noir looked at him incredulously.
"…Never mind."
He tried to move, but none of his limbs would obey him. He could barely crawl like a worm.
