( Hearing all this is enough to hurt him, the things Ginger says ringing cold and familiar and knotting his ever-hungry stomach. He has so many questions and he's struggling through all his fear to speak them. He shakes his head - he doesn't know what to, even. He just shakes it, like denying everything here.

He can't even heal. He can't do anything for Ginger. )

... I did this to you?

( That's what it comes down to, in the end. If Mika had never done any of this - hadn't gotten hurt - hadn't been here - Ginger would've never chosen to do these things, would've never felt hurt. He'd still be fine. )

... Never... Don't— don't ever do that again. Never, ever, ever. Okay? Please. If you'd died— if you'd been hurt, if they couldn't heal you— if they couldn't fix... What happens if you're all the way unsealed? I—

( He isn't worth it. Please don't do these things to yourself because of him. Please... )

... Please... don't go away.

( His hands fall so they're cupping Ginger's face again, like he's afraid if he lets go, Ginger will just - disappear. )

... We need to get you healing.

( He isn't even thinking about Ginger's questions for him - just Ginger, and making sure Ginger's okay. )