"Kurloz..." He rolls it around in his mouth almost reverently. He'd spent so long hiding his own name from everyone before Site B that he knows exactly how much this means. He almost wishes he still had so he could offer something of equal measure to his friend in turn. "I'll use it, if you want, or keep it for you."

He breathes out slowly, maybe a little easier for the coughing before but it still crackles in his chest as he exhales. Liquid in the lungs. Only a little now, but its a sign that he's running out of time. "I was 004 some time ago. Only family knew my name. It hardly makes it even."

He rests the side of his head against Kurloz's temple, a comforting gesture for both their sakes. It doesn't matter how many times you face a thing like that, it's always frightening. Terrifying, really. "You should know, since we're brothers."

And he means it. Not just brothers in arms, but family. Close family to watch for each other and do for each other. He won't be leaving, and he wouldn't be even if he weren't dying as well. He's stay with Kurloz here until the end because that's what family does. Woe be unto the Capitol who forged these ties, as they will be their undoing.

Of course that part he doesn't share aloud.

"We could paint the while tower." He smiles and swallows, fighting back another cough, squeezing Kurloz' hand in response to his thanks.