"... I love you, too." He feels his words slurring slightly, the taste of ichor still in his mouth. He'll... heal it. Eventually. He doesn't feel like it right now. ... A little internal bleeding is probably fine.

He closes his eyes, feeling drained. He feels sick. He feels like he needs a shower and also a nap and some food and he's not sure if he can get any of those right now. "I don't... I don't want him to die. I don't... I don't want him... I don't want to hurt him. I still care about him, I just - I don't know. I don't..."

He's not sure what sort of reflection Shang Beida is seeing. He can't really tell through his tears.