[He hesitates. And his expression, unseen, twists into a grimace. He wonders how many times he's thought the same thing. But nothing he did ever really made it go away.
But he's not sure what to do—or say—really, because, as far as he knows, there isn't a way. At least, not one that won't kill you. There are pills that surpress it, but don't get rid of it; and he's not sure what the hell Chidori did to transfer hers, but that was just as much of a death sentence as the next. You can't really gamble with that. You only have one life here.]
Sorry.
[And he means it. As calm and level and raspy and quiet as his voice sounds.]
[audio; private]
But he's not sure what to do—or say—really, because, as far as he knows, there isn't a way. At least, not one that won't kill you. There are pills that surpress it, but don't get rid of it; and he's not sure what the hell Chidori did to transfer hers, but that was just as much of a death sentence as the next. You can't really gamble with that. You only have one life here.]
Sorry.
[And he means it. As calm and level and raspy and quiet as his voice sounds.]
The only thing you can do is not use it.