Private Finished Saviour

Never had Shul been so conflicted about something. He heard Sark's pleas loud and clear, and he wanted to do as he wished and leave. But another part of Shul that was as big, if not bigger, than the part that wanted to leave was the part that had the biggest amount of dragon in it. This part wanted to stay no matter what, even if Shul had to fight Sark in order to stay by his side. But Shul wasn't a fighter, he knew it, and he couldn't turn into a dragon. He would crush this building and the ones surrounding it. But if he sprouted his wings and claws then maybe...
Dear lord, was Shul actually considering fighting Sark right now?
Shul gritted his teeth and his hands on Sark started to shake again, from anger, frustration, sadness. Concern.

"Please Sark, don't make me leave you..."
These words were not but a whisper, said with frustration and worry, and Shul couldn't stop one tear escaping his eye. Just one tear, and it fell unceremoniously on the floor and disappeared. Shul stared at the spot where it had disappeared and then looked at Sark. He was dead serious.
Shul let out a strangled gasp, struggling to find the words. His voice sounded terrified too, but determined.
"I don't even know if you can hear me anymore, or if my words are powerful enough. But know that you will have to force me through that door to make me leave, even if it hurts me. Because Sark, I am already hurt. Because when you hurt, I hurt too. Just as much. When the people I love hurt it hurts me. That is how I am. And that is how you are. That is one reason why I love you."
Shul sighed a little and let his head slump a bit. He didn't know how Sark would react but he mentally prepared himself for any possible scenario. All except Sark just snapping back. Shul knew that wasn't possible. Not in this situation, not anymore.

His words weren't strong enough. Shul wasn't strong enough. Shul listened to Sark's words and they felt like bullets. Each hit a fatal organ and left Shul bleeding to death. The fear and anger directed at Shul were like poison. Shul knew very well how both bullets and poison felt, since he had experienced both. But for Sark Shul was ready to withstand them, to withstand anything.
Shul had known it wouldn't be easy. He had known Sark wasn't fine, he had known that. But of course it hurt when it actually happened. Shul clenched his teeth again, keeping the tears at bay. Time for those was later. Now it was time for rational thought.
Shul wasn't stupid and he knew Sark's lapse was too bad to be stopped before it had ran its course. That hadn't stopped Shul from trying. He still wanted to try, despite his sense coming in the way. But Shul stood up, holding back on the urge to hug or touch Sark. Who knew how he would react to that.
Shul walked backwards to the door, keeping his eyes on Sark. But Shul didn't leave right away. He took in Sark in this state, ingrained it in his mind. Shul knew he would see Sark again like this, probably many times. But Shul was ready for that. He wasn't giving up. Because the one thing Shul had going for him was positiveness. Foolish, baseless positiveness, as his sister would say. But his positiveness had a base. Shul wanted to make him and Sark work. No matter what.
"I will wait outside."
Shul said this with a gentle but determined tone. He would wait outside, even if he had to wait whole night. But before Shul stepped out he looked at Sark, and though he wasn't sure what he was seeing or hearing, Shul wanted his last words to be comforting.
"I love you, weirdo."
With that Shul stepped outside, waiting.