It's best you leave that behind you. [vague, and the sudden movements he make leave no room for it to be questioned, a knee sinking into the mattress and winding those ropes around and through stable columns that make up the headboard]

[a 'holy choir'... he's biting and sarcastic now, but the more developed haibane wonders just how long it'll last, knowing what's his body is about to go through]

They call me Cedar so you will too. You'll get your own title eventually, but I'm not giving it to you. I don't want to know about your dream.

[boy, he's friendly]

[hands pull away and leave the ends of those ropes slack, finally looming over him to look down with some measure of urgency]

...you've been asleep all day. How do you feel? [the fatigue, the fever, the aching cramps in his shoulders?]