[ Hey, Gara. None of that. There's only one person meant to tear you apart, and that's Yuki. He strides quickly, feeling his arm ache and burn in a familiar sort of way — Gara's bite is unmistakable. He's felt it time and time again and will never tire of it.

He aches in a different way, too. Under all the mental anguish, under the blood and rust, he aches to see Gara like this, that once-more screaming child.

Yuki grips Gara's wrists in gentle hands and crouches in the same movements, holding him fast.]

You're alright, Gara. There, there... I've got you now, so no more biting, okay?

[ After a moment, he releases one of his wrists, rubbing a thumb over the butterfly on the one still in his grip. His hand finds Gara's face, gentle and sure, and his heart finds calm. Pressing that forward like he always does, a tourniquet.

He looks to Gen briefly, a small smile on his face. He's about as close as anyone else can come, too, but in a different way. ]

Thank Heavens you're here too, Gen. It might be best if we performed soon.