[choking sob at his last words, the denial and rejection cuts deep. frantically trying to fend off his keyblade hilts with zero sense of caution, he doesn't care if he breaks his fingers doing it, this is his last chance to die as himself, he'd do anything just to die right now, even if he'll lose the last bits of human dignity and love he's got--]

[(he's wearing firebird's bracelet by the way I should have mentioned that earlier)]

[but then his keyblade disappears and he doubles over with a raw scream of pain. he's deathly pale. at his throat, at his wrists, you're starting to see black tendrils creeping along under his skin, painting him black and white, darkness and light. he's trembling violently, like he's having trouble moving. you don't really need a bond to sense his utter despair]

...p...please...

[it's one last raw croak, as if his jaw is seizing up and he can't even beg anymore, his eyes are starting to roll back into his head]