The Sunspire you squandered your chances

He'd forgotten his wounds as well, but as he remembers the ice settled deep in his bones he begins to remember those too. Tension grips him for a heartbeat as he waits for the sensations to hit him again, gaze drifting away from Cupid entirely as he leans forward, but the bite of agony never comes. Only a dull ache throbs in various places on his body now, and more than anything, he just feels cold.
And then the reality of the situation crashes down onto him, and he sucks in a breath, feeling the weight of it as strikingly as he'd expected to feel the pain of his wounds. For a moment he sees himself as if from a distance, bloody and starving and soiled, drenched in the scent of infection — a ruin of a boy; how could he imagine that he could be anything more? He's too damaged by now, better off dead at this point; inspiring as the other's words had been, surely they'd come too late. And how could a wretched creature like him imagine that anyone would want him near, even if he were so inclined? The thoughts all flash through his mind in the time it takes him to exhale, though it feels an eternity to him. Shamed beyond words, beyond even his own comprehension, he takes another breath — and shuts down entirely.
Zephyr, He murmurs, unable to look at the other now. The proximity prickles at him, and he shifts abruptly, breath hitching as he drags himself quickly to his feet; he knows he can't leave himself any time to think about it, or he'll give up again. His torn shoulder leaves one front leg feeling unsteady beneath him, and one of his hind legs refuses any weight at all, but he manages to stand nonetheless, jaw clenching as the throbbing intensifies.
He hates that he feels small and weak even standing, but it makes him feel a little less helpless, at least. He immediately reaches for something to say, anything that isn't about him — So you're... not a girl either? It isn't exactly what he'd wanted to say, but the question has been lingering behind the turmoil of all his other thoughts, and it is the first thing that comes to mind. He does want to confirm that part anyway; he'd never thought anyone else would feel that way too, having accepted early in life that he is rather different from other wolves.