[it's not going to be something that keeps him from breathing or at risk of stressing a fracture now! but it still hurts.
he manages to tug up the hoodie he's wearing and the shirt beneath it; the area filbo's shadow struck is a deep, almost black shade of blue-purple, but that's how ryn bruises with his blood color.]
busted. but also as he's like lifting both of his hands up in surrender: ] I'm not going to puncture a lung, my personal device scan showed nothing broken at an angle that's going to cause any internal bleeding...
[ he shakes his head, expression softening immediately. ]
... No, you didn't. [ he'll leave the door open for him to tell the tale, if he wants to - if he feels like he can trust lu bixing with it, at least. ]
[a very short version of the answer, but one that gets right to the point of why this was difficult.]
Went too far. I tried to draw too much power from it, I-- reached something I shouldn't have. There's not really any resisting the voices, at that point, they just... they become all that there is.
that... that makes the imagery of the execution make sense; that, layered over what he already knows about rynlan's world, his life...it clicks unpleasantly, and he makes a soft noise in recognition, very gently wounded. that kind of suffering - like a wormhole of neverending voices and sounds. ]
... And so you had to relive that. [ he reaches out, and gently touches his hand. ] I'm so sorry, Rynlan.
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... Can I take a look? Show me where the worst of it is. And go sit back down.
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[it's not going to be something that keeps him from breathing or at risk of stressing a fracture now! but it still hurts.
he manages to tug up the hoodie he's wearing and the shirt beneath it; the area filbo's shadow struck is a deep, almost black shade of blue-purple, but that's how ryn bruises with his blood color.]
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[ our healer... he looks, though, frowning. poor rynlan. ] If you need a little more help, I might be able to do something.
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[just. making a face at this. BIXING.]
Not impeding my breathing or anything.
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Are you sure? You already had pretty bad injuries, so if they got worse...
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Sure.
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Make sure you don't puncture a lung.
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busted. but also as he's like lifting both of his hands up in surrender: ] I'm not going to puncture a lung, my personal device scan showed nothing broken at an angle that's going to cause any internal bleeding...
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[ he gets it, he gets it... both hands are still up. ] Should we be worrying so much about me right now, after what you just went through...?
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[he shrugs one shoulder, slightly, settling back onto his bed.]
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bixing still looks worried, though. he reaches out and fluffs his pillow for him. fussy. ]
...Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes it helps.
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[he stays quiet, for just a few moments.]
Did I tell you how I died?
[if he has, he can't quite-- trying to think about it right now isn't as easy.]
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... No, you didn't. [ he'll leave the door open for him to tell the tale, if he wants to - if he feels like he can trust lu bixing with it, at least. ]
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[a very short version of the answer, but one that gets right to the point of why this was difficult.]
Went too far. I tried to draw too much power from it, I-- reached something I shouldn't have. There's not really any resisting the voices, at that point, they just... they become all that there is.
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that... that makes the imagery of the execution make sense; that, layered over what he already knows about rynlan's world, his life...it clicks unpleasantly, and he makes a soft noise in recognition, very gently wounded. that kind of suffering - like a wormhole of neverending voices and sounds. ]
... And so you had to relive that. [ he reaches out, and gently touches his hand. ] I'm so sorry, Rynlan.