[He can't say "stop it." Because Soubi isn't his anymore. Soubi is Seimei's again. He can't tell Soubi to stop thinking that he is some tool to be used and that his feelings don't matter. He can't convince Soubi he won't leave him because Soubi's left. He wonders if what Soubi is saying is true. Seimei had ordered Soubi to love him. All the kisses, the holding, the hugs... all of it was Seimei? He knows some of that could... would be true. Seimei was always holding him. Seimei was always gentle. But Soubi wasn't an object. He still had his own feelings, his own desires and wants and needs. Soubi was a person.]

Please... don't talk like that, like you're only a tool.

[It was a habit to argue that. He sighed. He did love Seimei. He did. He would always love Seimei.]

I... I just don't understand anything... [He was so sure that Soubi had loved him. And now he was saying it was just an order from Seimei. Maybe he was a fool to believe that someone who wasn't Seimei would love him. But no, Natsuo, Youji, Yuiko... they were all his friends. But they could leave too. It would be so easy.

Everything was so confusing. His head was pounding.]

Please... just...