Survive. Yes, he'll always survive, even sometimes when he doesn't want to. He makes a bitter and dry sob, brow furrowing at the soft kiss she presses against his forehead. It's not any worse, however, thanks to the gentle shooshpap, and he just lays there.

Is it really okay to be scared? He was supposed to be some brave rebel hero, once upon a time, however much he resented a title he didn't think he earned. Can he really face something like this? He doesn't know and suddenly he's so very tired. Instead of another response written in air, his psionics gently skitter along her fingers and up her wirst.