[ At least he did well there, to maybe almost make the other man forget too, that he was about to literally head off to his supposed death sentence. But, it was really short-lived. ]

Whatever you're able to write will be fine. It doesn't have to be extravagant or anything.

[ When he hears the man start to thank him...his mind starts an immediate downward spiral. He's happy, that he was able to help Killia in some way, of course, but he's not happy that the words Killia is giving him means that it is a sign that he's about to leave. In that quiet moment, Mikazuki almost loses all hope right then and there. He thinks that none of them are going to make it out of here, that none of what they'll ever do will matter, and what is the point if Killia isn't here with him?

His fingers grip tighter, in the embrace, and shuts out all the nonsensical thoughts. Even if the goodbye is going to be messy, he doesn't want it to be one tainted by dark thoughts. Not to mention, he still has his duty. His eyes water. ]

Thank you, for letting me experience what "love" is. I'll never forget the time we spent together, and I'll always cherish every moment we did. I...I'll miss you, Killia.