She's hurt. There's so much red. He didn't mean to hurt her that much. Shouldn't it--shouldn't it work like back home, just...just some HP gone, but he forgets sometimes, he forgets how little HP humans can have, especially when they don't have LOVE. He didn't think she'd really go straight through the bones. Is that what happened?
He can't remember. Everything's blurry, fuzzed over. Why did this even happen? Why was he chasing her?
She's crying. He tries to tighten his grip on her ankle. Tries to force himself back up onto his hands and knees.
He feels brittle. Realizes too late that his HP has dropped to .3 and is still shifting downward. That old downward tug, that old sense of vertigo. Skipping right past Falling. He's got...he's got maybe a few minutes, if he can just get himself up off his worthless tailbone.
"i'm sorry. max, i'm--"
He feels another tooth fall out and can't help a low, pained whine. Doesn't matter, doesn't matter. Fix this. Fix it, damn you.
He's never been good at healing magic. Doesn't have the right magic for it, maybe just doesn't have the Kindness one needs. But he's managed 1 HP in the past, even 2 sometimes. It'd be enough to save someone back home. Here...he doesn't know. Maybe it'll at least ease some of the pain.
If he can manage it. It'll mean pouring out whatever's left in his soul, but that's fine. He'll be dead soon either way.
It'd be nice if he could do something right. Something good. Just for once.
It's hard to concentrate, harder to shape it, and trying to do anything but be in pain is the hardest of all. Magic gathers around his fingertips, white at first and then slowly, slowly starting to tint green. It might not be enough. It probably won't be enough. He can feel cracks spreading out across his skull, down through the rest of him. It's fine. It's fine, it doesn't matter.
Just...just let her not be in as much pain.
It doesn't work right. There's nothing concrete about it, nothing quantifiable, nothing as simple as a number ticking upward. But he can feel it working, pale green and sinking into her skin. Maybe it'll help. Maybe it'll help just a little. Maybe it'll even save her. Wouldn't that be something.
Was that what he was trying to do? Save her? Wasn't he trying to stop her?
Doesn't matter.
"s'okay. you're okay." He's lying. He says it anyway. "i gotcha."
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He can't remember. Everything's blurry, fuzzed over. Why did this even happen? Why was he chasing her?
She's crying. He tries to tighten his grip on her ankle. Tries to force himself back up onto his hands and knees.
He feels brittle. Realizes too late that his HP has dropped to .3 and is still shifting downward. That old downward tug, that old sense of vertigo. Skipping right past Falling. He's got...he's got maybe a few minutes, if he can just get himself up off his worthless tailbone.
"i'm sorry. max, i'm--"
He feels another tooth fall out and can't help a low, pained whine. Doesn't matter, doesn't matter. Fix this. Fix it, damn you.
He's never been good at healing magic. Doesn't have the right magic for it, maybe just doesn't have the Kindness one needs. But he's managed 1 HP in the past, even 2 sometimes. It'd be enough to save someone back home. Here...he doesn't know. Maybe it'll at least ease some of the pain.
If he can manage it. It'll mean pouring out whatever's left in his soul, but that's fine. He'll be dead soon either way.
It'd be nice if he could do something right. Something good. Just for once.
It's hard to concentrate, harder to shape it, and trying to do anything but be in pain is the hardest of all. Magic gathers around his fingertips, white at first and then slowly, slowly starting to tint green. It might not be enough. It probably won't be enough. He can feel cracks spreading out across his skull, down through the rest of him. It's fine. It's fine, it doesn't matter.
Just...just let her not be in as much pain.
It doesn't work right. There's nothing concrete about it, nothing quantifiable, nothing as simple as a number ticking upward. But he can feel it working, pale green and sinking into her skin. Maybe it'll help. Maybe it'll help just a little. Maybe it'll even save her. Wouldn't that be something.
Was that what he was trying to do? Save her? Wasn't he trying to stop her?
Doesn't matter.
"s'okay. you're okay." He's lying. He says it anyway. "i gotcha."