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Teito's breaths were short and exasperated, his body almost limp in a pathetic and given up sort of way. He didn't even care for the blood anymore, the amount of it would surely kill him off soon enough, if not killed by the Alien. He just stared wide-eyed at the monster and at the foolish older male going of to fight it, it was useless, why didn't he realize that? That thing couldn't be beaten! Just look at what it did to Mits. "Get everyone as far away from the Ferris wheel as possible, alright?" His voice was full of determination, it didn't waver, which amazed Teito. How can one be so stupid? he smiled faintly at the thought of it, shaking his head as tears welled up in his eyes. He was stuck in a sense of pure admiration for the male, the fact that he tried to save Teito before and was trying to save everyone now.

He was helped up by Alexis, an arm put around his shoulder as Teito lent on him to walk. He didn't want to leave the male, but he didn't want to see him die either and it was so obvious that he would die. But what could Teito do? He could hardly even walk, but he wanted to help the poor male because he tried to hard to save him before hand. If he could of walked, he would have done and stood by his side, even to take fatal blow meant for him. But he was unable to move by himself and let Alexis take him and Alek away.

"Don't die!" Teito yelled back, throwing the sword towards the college student, he would make much more use of it than Teito would. He closed his eyes and prayed to God that they would make it out okay. He didn't care for his own health, if not rushed of to a hospital soon, the blood loss would take it's tole. But Teito didn't mind, as long as no one else had to die, they all had better lives than him. They all had lives. Not stuck inside a boring old house all day, not aloud to go outside in the fear that something bad would happen or he would get teased by other kids. What kind of life was that? Living under his fathers control and crying every night over the loss of the one person he cared so much about; his mother.