[A rattling, but soft, shaky exhale slips out of him. The quivering emotions are still there below the surface, adrenaline, stealing his hunger and his energy, giving him false reserves when he's running on fumes.]
The only option for my escape is to die then.
[It's a joke, even delivered dryly, but he knows he shouldn't joke that way, not with Senri whose eyes are still watery. Gently, he tries to get his hand back, his face apologetic.]
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The only option for my escape is to die then.
[It's a joke, even delivered dryly, but he knows he shouldn't joke that way, not with Senri whose eyes are still watery. Gently, he tries to get his hand back, his face apologetic.]