[There's a soft sense of something akin to relief at the sight of him -- Koby finds that everything about this world tends to soften, become less overwhelming in Mihawk's presence. Which is ironic and more than a little telling, but he's not thinking about that right now.
He's just thinking about how fragile he feels, how logically he should be moving away from Mihawk, who could damage him under normal circumstances, but could do even worse in this state. That'd be the smart thing to do. Instead he just wants to -- reach out, grab onto Mihawk like he's the one tether to sanity, to reality. Koby never wants to let go.
He swallows hard, the motion sending a spidery, glittering track of gold splintering up his throat, over his jaw.] I'm not in pain. If that's what you mean. I don't feel sick. Just...
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He's just thinking about how fragile he feels, how logically he should be moving away from Mihawk, who could damage him under normal circumstances, but could do even worse in this state. That'd be the smart thing to do. Instead he just wants to -- reach out, grab onto Mihawk like he's the one tether to sanity, to reality. Koby never wants to let go.
He swallows hard, the motion sending a spidery, glittering track of gold splintering up his throat, over his jaw.] I'm not in pain. If that's what you mean. I don't feel sick. Just...
...strange. Sad.