[Altius brings his other hand to rest around the back of Kurt's neck; a sense of growing numbness follows, physically and otherwise. Solemnly, he answers:]
I can keep them from hurting at all. Keep you from hurting.
[There's almost a sense of a plea as he continues, yellow eyes looking into yellow. Others have refused his assistance—but there's always a chance for the next to accept, to let him take everything away before he finally disappears.]
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I can keep them from hurting at all. Keep you from hurting.
[There's almost a sense of a plea as he continues, yellow eyes looking into yellow. Others have refused his assistance—but there's always a chance for the next to accept, to let him take everything away before he finally disappears.]
Will you let me help you, Kurt...?