[Fai looks stricken for a moment, the forced facade of cheeriness dropping. How many times have Sakura and Kurogane told him basically the same thing? Told him not to smile if he doesn't feel like it? He blinks, wrapping his arms around himself in a sort of hug. The last few hours of his life have been so terrible, he doesn't know what else to do but smile to cover it up. He can feel the edges of himself cracking under the pressure.

Smiling is at least familiar. Smiling keeps the pieces together a little while longer.

So that's what he does.]

It's fine, really. The... blood isn't mine. Barely a scratch on me.

[Not that there would have been anyway, thanks to his vampire blood.]

But at least one of my friends must be close, otherwise I'm guessing I wouldn't be able to understand you at all. That's usually what happens when we lose track of Mokona.