[ Once the coin is used, he helps shove it open to help Kim inside there and immediately helping toward the bed. ]
If anything, we could ask them if we're able to pick up some quick healing for the trial, at least. I know it's not ideal, but we'll get you at least somewhat on your feet. But also... remember, we can help with this burden. Give yourself some rest.
...even if it is a terrible feeling having to sit aside while people are working hard.
[He gets guided to the bed and sits on the edge of it. The two cloaks, one embroidered with thorns and one a simple black, get tossed on the floor. Cecile, as a bandicoot, climbs out of an inner pocket of his orange jacket before he sets it aside with a little more care than the previous items. Even though the left sleeve has also been neatly sliced off at the elbow and drenched in blood, and yet more blood soaks the back of the left shoulder. That thing needs a wash, if it's even salvageable.
This just leaves him with a moderately bloodied white T-shirt and his gun holster.]
Mm. I know. I always knew I'd need to rely on the rest of you...
[And with a little more warmth,] I'm glad to see that I can.
[ He knows the execution is then, but maybe after... some retail therapy might be needed. As long as they're not banned from going into places after a public execution. Who knows? ]
I promise I'll be careful.
[ This isn't even the first person he's helped with this... but he hopes this ends soon and no one else has to go through this. He walks closer, looking at him, then once it's established to be okay, he'll help get Kim's top half stripped down. ]
I have something I can wear in the meantime. It's just... [He hesitates. There's definitely some sentimental attachment to the jacket, which is a little embarrassing to admit to.] Not a lot of jackets like that left out there. From the Revolution.
[He'll let Kotetsu help undress him, removing the gun holster and T-shirt. Underneath, he's got bruises and what look like electrical burns here and there. His right arm has some cuts along the forearm -- bandaged now, courtesy of YJH's off-screen first aid. The back of his left shoulder has also been bandaged, though some blood has already seeped through. Looks like that wound was a deep one -- a bullet wound.]
[A nod.] Ripped apart, like everyone else who's worn one. Another great Revacholian tradition. [Wryly.]
I might need to wait until I've recovered from the blood loss before showering. [He knows his limits. He's been on the brink of passing out for a while.] I do have extra bandages, though. Haven't been going through as many since everyone started relying on healing magic.
[ He nods at that, bringing the satchel over to the bed. ]
Let me also get some water and a towel, to get things cleaned off proper.
[ He looks for a big enough bowel ... or, really anything, and going to get some medium-hot water, looking for whatever towel he can use for this, too. ]
And if you need help with that later... let me know. I know, personal, but we don't really have the ability to be too prideful about that kind of thing.
On the other side of it, mind you. [Kim's the one who's usually looking after his wounded comrades.] But I know better than to expect to keep my pride fully intact after something like... all of that.
Just wanted to give the reminder. And hope that you're okay with it being me that sees you like that.
[ He comes back over, setting the water on the ground and kneeling down in front of Kim, looking up at him. He gets one of the towels wet and reaches out to start cleaning the blood off of his body. Not taking care of the bandaged areas yet and just general his body generally cleaned. ]
[ Aw, he's not at the top? Just kidding, just kidding. But he does smile a little at that while cleaning him up. ]
Even if you were reluctant to hug me before?
[ Maybe this isn't appropriate to be teasing him right now, but he can't help but want to lighten the mood a bit. Give Kim a little but of positive feelings. ]
He made it near-impossible to walk away, god damn him.
[He's practically pouting.
The wounds are pretty much what would be expected: a simple bullet wound in the back of his shoulder (bullet removed, partly healed from Nero's magic kiss), cuts on his arms, and the stump that's been cut clean, then burnt at the end. The rest are pretty superficial, and have been helped greatly by the healing.]
[ Okay, he's sorry, but he can't help but laugh at that. ]
He can be a bit insufferable, can't he? I'm sorry he pouted so much that he forced you to hug me, too.
[ But there is such fondness in the way that he says that and lightly pats Kim on the knee. Sorry, buddy. It's kind of funny. But he leans to properly start cleaning these injuries. Being very delicate about the gunshot wound the best he can. ]
But he also means well. So it's what's in the heart that counts.
[ And once the wounds are cleaned up of dirt, he's going to use whatever they have to properly clean the wound, if they have alcohol or what have you for it. Sorry if it stings, buddy. ]
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If anything, we could ask them if we're able to pick up some quick healing for the trial, at least. I know it's not ideal, but we'll get you at least somewhat on your feet. But also... remember, we can help with this burden. Give yourself some rest.
...even if it is a terrible feeling having to sit aside while people are working hard.
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This just leaves him with a moderately bloodied white T-shirt and his gun holster.]
Mm. I know. I always knew I'd need to rely on the rest of you...
[And with a little more warmth,] I'm glad to see that I can.
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[ He nods back at that, then motions to his clothes... and everything. ]
Do you want help getting cleaned up and washed? I know that's pretty personal, but I can't imagine it'd be easy with missing your arm like that.
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Sure. I'll probably need the help.
[And then, a somewhat mournful look at his jacket.] Don't think I'll be able to fix that... damn.
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[ He knows the execution is then, but maybe after... some retail therapy might be needed. As long as they're not banned from going into places after a public execution. Who knows? ]
I promise I'll be careful.
[ This isn't even the first person he's helped with this... but he hopes this ends soon and no one else has to go through this. He walks closer, looking at him, then once it's established to be okay, he'll help get Kim's top half stripped down. ]
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[He'll let Kotetsu help undress him, removing the gun holster and T-shirt. Underneath, he's got bruises and what look like electrical burns here and there. His right arm has some cuts along the forearm -- bandaged now, courtesy of YJH's off-screen first aid. The back of his left shoulder has also been bandaged, though some blood has already seeped through. Looks like that wound was a deep one -- a bullet wound.]
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[ Even so, he's being gentle with the damaged clothes and his items. Things can hold such meaning. He nods at his bandages. ]
Do you have extra for when I've gotten you cleaned up?
[ He's looking around a bit, but glances at the bathroom. ]
...And do you want to shower or have a me clean you by hand?
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I might need to wait until I've recovered from the blood loss before showering. [He knows his limits. He's been on the brink of passing out for a while.] I do have extra bandages, though. Haven't been going through as many since everyone started relying on healing magic.
[He nods at his satchel.]
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Let me also get some water and a towel, to get things cleaned off proper.
[ He looks for a big enough bowel ... or, really anything, and going to get some medium-hot water, looking for whatever towel he can use for this, too. ]
And if you need help with that later... let me know. I know, personal, but we don't really have the ability to be too prideful about that kind of thing.
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On the other side of it, mind you. [Kim's the one who's usually looking after his wounded comrades.] But I know better than to expect to keep my pride fully intact after something like... all of that.
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[ He comes back over, setting the water on the ground and kneeling down in front of Kim, looking up at him. He gets one of the towels wet and reaches out to start cleaning the blood off of his body. Not taking care of the bandaged areas yet and just general his body generally cleaned. ]
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Even if you were reluctant to hug me before?
[ Maybe this isn't appropriate to be teasing him right now, but he can't help but want to lighten the mood a bit. Give Kim a little but of positive feelings. ]
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[A little gruffly. Though he doesn't seem to be actually mad.]
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You didn't seem too troubled when it came to Sholmes.
[ Ah, honesty week. But he doesn't seem bothered by that, honestly. He's more... amused? But he reaches to start to unbandage his wounds carefully. ]
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[He's practically pouting.
The wounds are pretty much what would be expected: a simple bullet wound in the back of his shoulder (bullet removed, partly healed from Nero's magic kiss), cuts on his arms, and the stump that's been cut clean, then burnt at the end. The rest are pretty superficial, and have been helped greatly by the healing.]
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He can be a bit insufferable, can't he? I'm sorry he pouted so much that he forced you to hug me, too.
[ But there is such fondness in the way that he says that and lightly pats Kim on the knee. Sorry, buddy. It's kind of funny. But he leans to properly start cleaning these injuries. Being very delicate about the gunshot wound the best he can. ]
But he also means well. So it's what's in the heart that counts.
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I know he does. I'm... glad to have him around.
[The honest truth: Kim likes these clowns.]
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[ If it wasn't more than obvious. ]
But. I'm glad to have you around, too.
[ And once the wounds are cleaned up of dirt, he's going to use whatever they have to properly clean the wound, if they have alcohol or what have you for it. Sorry if it stings, buddy. ]
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If nothing else... it's been interesting. Not all in a bad way.
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There's been a lot of good among all the misery. We should never forget that part, either.
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[...]
I wonder if we may be nearing the end of all this. We may be able to make our counterattack soon. The bomb...
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When do you think...?
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The dead said they have a bomb. This may be the last piece they need.
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