Having the pressure released from his belly once again triggered a pained cry. Scared as he was, Ichijou was actually looking forward to this in a way - if nothing else it wouldn't hurt anymore, and he wouldn't be able to worry about things. And if he actually came back somehow, maybe if he was lucky this whole thing would blow over while he was doing whatever dead people do. Ichijou wasn't really a spiritual person by any means, so he assumed that it would be just like going under anaesthesia.
Oh, anaesthesia sounded good right now.
Ichijou attempted to calm the sobs that shook his body to make aiming a little easier, though he was confident that Wash could handle it even if he didn't hold completely still. He hardly even processed the little quip about the grenades, although he did find being patted on the arm to be slightly reassuring.
"Thank you," he whispered, then began to count backwards in his head. Just like anaesthesia, he kept telling himself. His eyes remained wide open, breaths long and deep except for the occasional hiccup, and thoughts turned into numbers.
A simple procedure. It would be over before he knew it.
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Oh, anaesthesia sounded good right now.
Ichijou attempted to calm the sobs that shook his body to make aiming a little easier, though he was confident that Wash could handle it even if he didn't hold completely still. He hardly even processed the little quip about the grenades, although he did find being patted on the arm to be slightly reassuring.
"Thank you," he whispered, then began to count backwards in his head. Just like anaesthesia, he kept telling himself. His eyes remained wide open, breaths long and deep except for the occasional hiccup, and thoughts turned into numbers.
A simple procedure. It would be over before he knew it.
999, 998, 997, 996, 995, 994, 993...