( he's surprised, shooting her a sharp look; he hadn't remembered her giving any input on estinien when they had been sharing information about their enemies via Communion, but perhaps all there was to be said about the tall, dangerous man had already been said. he's so accustomed to thinking of all of them as from their own disparate, wildly different worlds — he forgets that some of them actually do come from the same universes, sharing among them complicated histories that only continue on to an even messier chapter here.
she takes the needle and thread from him, and he grimaces. ) A shame it didn't take.
( their lives would be much easier without the dragoon about to menace them, and certainly makoto would have suffered far less in the absence of his supposed unmaking.
so long as she knows how to use the needle and thread, he isn't too concerned. he takes a deep breath and breathes out, steadying himself. unfortunately, makoto does not have a great resistance to pain — many demons did, but there was much of him (too much of him, he might say) that resembled himself as a human. the wound in his chest hurts, even mended as it is, as does the one in his back. the interior of his chest feels like a riot of razor blades and lit irons, shifting about every time he takes a breath or moves. it will fade, he know it will, but convincing himself of the ethereal nature of pain doesn't make it go away. it jams itself into his brain as a solid, unavoidable block. ) It doesn't have to be perfect. You will see — ( a sharp twinge causes him to flinch, back bending as he curls inwards. breath hisses between clenched teeth. ) Just - do what you can.
( he might not be aware of what she's doing, but her powers of empathy do have an impact — that wedge of pain that's been driven into the base of his skull remains, but its edges get sanded down at the very least. )
This body won't let me die so easily. ( cryptically-put... ) Make it whole - and I should be fine. With time.
( he doesn't like to ask for help. even if the other doesn't ask for anything in return, he ends up feeling beholden to them — demons don't exactly do anything for others without recompense, and so he tends to expect the same from everyone else in the end. but he acknowledges he needs meteion's help here, and so he does what she asked and takes a deep breath, locking it within his damaged lungs. )
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she takes the needle and thread from him, and he grimaces. ) A shame it didn't take.
( their lives would be much easier without the dragoon about to menace them, and certainly makoto would have suffered far less in the absence of his supposed unmaking.
so long as she knows how to use the needle and thread, he isn't too concerned. he takes a deep breath and breathes out, steadying himself. unfortunately, makoto does not have a great resistance to pain — many demons did, but there was much of him (too much of him, he might say) that resembled himself as a human. the wound in his chest hurts, even mended as it is, as does the one in his back. the interior of his chest feels like a riot of razor blades and lit irons, shifting about every time he takes a breath or moves. it will fade, he know it will, but convincing himself of the ethereal nature of pain doesn't make it go away. it jams itself into his brain as a solid, unavoidable block. ) It doesn't have to be perfect. You will see — ( a sharp twinge causes him to flinch, back bending as he curls inwards. breath hisses between clenched teeth. ) Just - do what you can.
( he might not be aware of what she's doing, but her powers of empathy do have an impact — that wedge of pain that's been driven into the base of his skull remains, but its edges get sanded down at the very least. )
This body won't let me die so easily. ( cryptically-put... ) Make it whole - and I should be fine. With time.
( he doesn't like to ask for help. even if the other doesn't ask for anything in return, he ends up feeling beholden to them — demons don't exactly do anything for others without recompense, and so he tends to expect the same from everyone else in the end. but he acknowledges he needs meteion's help here, and so he does what she asked and takes a deep breath, locking it within his damaged lungs. )