Hmm

Wide eyes, an unbalanced gaze, silence. Saburo didn't seem to exist outside of that, the stirring thoughts and fears and darkness had settled like dust motes. He rested against the blank wall, a chilled, thin, oddly marred form that watched and listened and slipped back into reality. In some ways, he felt better, in others, worse, and overall his sense was one of desperation. Somehow, it appeared that his own actions had not ruptured anything as severely as he had thought, and now, he reflected unhappily, he wished for something that would make all of this stop. Just for a little while, just for a little break. Then he could deal with this properly, but it was a challenge when exhaustion was filling the corners of himself that some symptom of illness had neglected. It didn't leave him with many resources.

“Th-thanks... guys...” He said, his voice coated in uncharacteristic sadness. “I'll be okay... soon...” Longing, that was another uncharacteristic thing in him, and those words betrayed it. He wished to be okay again. It only needed to be for a little while.