Koumyou allows the space; it's getting a little suffocating down here anyway, and he's finding it's harder to ignore that sort of thing now. For some strange reason.

He gazes up at Devero, his expression utterly shattered and vulnerable, his eyes glassy from all the crying. At Devero's words, he lets those eyes slip shut.

"I... would marry you every single day of existence itself, if I could," he whispers, "I... I don't want to be apart, at all."

Get ready to be CLUNG to for a good long while, Devero.

"I love you so much. And... and hearing it in return as I went was... it did make it a little less horrible, in a way."

More horrible, in other ways.

At least the last time Ukoku had accidentally killed him, it had been pretty fast. He'd barely heard all the screaming from Kouryuu before everything had gone dark. This time had not been fast at all.