[It is terribly cruel, that he's relieved he'll be dying before Mikleo, but he honestly can't help himself. At least in that, he can understand why Mikleo would tell him he'd be okay, at the end. - and there he goes. It's hard not to think about it.]

Sorry, [Sorey murmurs, reaching up to bury a hand in Mikleo's hair in turn.] You're right, you're right. It's not something we need to think about. Our present is busy enough without going too far in the future anyway.