Broken Boulder the end should be a good one

He listens quietly; he doesn't know what Zamael is talking about, but he doesn't feel like he has the right to say anymore, or to argue when he says he needs to leave. It hurts — of course it hurts.
And he doesn't believe him. If he lets go, he knows this could be the last time. He can't put faith in Zamael coming back — it's too much to ask right now, when everything is falling apart at the Sanctuary and he's trapped in a choking fog, and all his thoughts seem to come out ugly and misshapen. Maybe when his mind isn't so rotten and sickly, he'll feel differently — but right now, it feels like being abandoned all over again.
Okay, He says softly, closing his eyes to stop the tears he can feel heating up behind his eyelids. There's nothing else he can say. He can't let Zamael see how it breaks him — he doesn't think anything will stop him, not now, but it'd be the same kind of burden that has driven his brother to leave him again. He takes a deep breath, and somehow keeps himself composed; at least, he thinks, until Zamael leaves.