[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/458376.html?thread=38088584#t38088584)]
"I might not be getting hurt, but he is," Ritsuka said softly. "I can't do anything to help him here. He's fighting to protect me, and I can't even do the same for him."
He'd never felt so useless in his life. Even when his mother beat him, she was at least getting something out of it. He took care of her afterwards and tucked her into bed. He made sure she ate and that she had hope for the future. Even for someone who didn't want him, he had been able to help. Here, he couldn't do anything but tell Soubi to make friends while Ritsuka lost all of his. Useless.
As they turned the corner into Soubi's hallway, Ritsuka felt his stomach drop. A cold chill ran down his back and he felt a strange headache coming on. He stopped for a moment and put a hand to his head, but the feeling cleared soon enough and he continued on. "If I were any good at being a Sacrifice, he wouldn't be getting hurt here at all."
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"I might not be getting hurt, but he is," Ritsuka said softly. "I can't do anything to help him here. He's fighting to protect me, and I can't even do the same for him."
He'd never felt so useless in his life. Even when his mother beat him, she was at least getting something out of it. He took care of her afterwards and tucked her into bed. He made sure she ate and that she had hope for the future. Even for someone who didn't want him, he had been able to help. Here, he couldn't do anything but tell Soubi to make friends while Ritsuka lost all of his. Useless.
As they turned the corner into Soubi's hallway, Ritsuka felt his stomach drop. A cold chill ran down his back and he felt a strange headache coming on. He stopped for a moment and put a hand to his head, but the feeling cleared soon enough and he continued on. "If I were any good at being a Sacrifice, he wouldn't be getting hurt here at all."