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[devotedtothecore]

All the backthreading goes here!!

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Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

An Overseer.

Kain.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

. . .

Did you want it fixed, Chrysos?

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

...


It was the one thing They had never touched.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

That doesn't answer the question.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

...


Does it matter, now?

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

. . . and that answers it.

[gets to his feet]

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ the hand falls to his side. ]

...

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

[pulls his knife out, checks it over, then puts it back]

I'll return shortly.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

Do not be a fool.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

You didn't want it fixed.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

It is done.



There is no use in breaking other things.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

Says the one sitting on the floor like he's been broken!

It's done with you, maybe.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

...

[ hrf. ]

You mistake brokenness with disconnection.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

Look about the same to me.

[pauses, and . . . the next thing he says is said quietly, like the words are hard to get out]

Do you think she'd want you sitting here like this over your arm being fixed?

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ ...grits his teeth. ]

Do not.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

She wouldn't. You know she wouldn't.

So get up.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

You think I will not?

[ there's a rising level of feeling in his voice, restrained. ]

I tell you if I rouse now, friend-- I will destroy.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

Then we'll go destroy. Nature, that god's shrine, anything—

But I won't let you sit here like this.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

......

[ metal fingers clench without a sound. ]

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

. . .

[ugh. Ugh. There's a war of emotion on his face for a moment, before he leans down and grabs the front of Chrys' shirt, hauling him up.

When he speaks next he's switched over to the rumbling tones of the Pyxis language, more specifically the southern dialect, found along the borders of Cepheus]

Get your ass up now or I'll make you get up. Or are you gonna sit here 'til your balls shrivel up from how pathetic you're acting?

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ hauled up partway, he grabs Raven's wrist with his left hand. The Cephean words are low, almost growled. ]

Let go.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

Make me.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

.....

[ his grip tightens. Hard enough that a flimsier wrist might crack under the pressure. ]

Let go, I said.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

[whether it hurts or not, Raven doesn't show a single sign of it in his face, nor does he look away]

And I said make me.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ have you ever had a metal fist drive this deep into your gut before? Probably not. ]