Tokusatsu musebox

He's huddled into the wall like he wants nothing more than to get away, get away from everything, get away from me. I think his fingers are bleeding, with how desperate he is.

I swallow. Maybe I should get Chiyoko-san. Or Hina-chan. Date-san, or Gotou-san.

I'm not up to this. I've proven how monumentally I'm not up to this. The odds have been incredibly bad, against me, other times when I've thrown myself into situations. This is worse. I honestly don't see how I can come out of this with any kind of success. And it's not about me 'succeeding', that's not the important part, it's about helping him feel a bit better, helping him work out what he needs to do so he can feel a lot better.

I don't know how to do that.

But.

But I can love him.

I'm the only one here, and I don't know if the others could help any more than I can anyway. I -- I don't want to leave him alone.

The odds have been incredibly bad, against me, other times when I've thrown myself into situations. This is worse.

I'm going to try anyway.

I pad over to him and get down next to him in a crouch, then I reach out and let a hand close very gently, very lightly, over his shoulder.

I'm here, Ankh. I'm not leaving you, no matter what. I love you.