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[featherduster]

[ thx bro

He examines the memory -- examines the feelings that emanate from the memory. It's sweet, really. A little humanizing. Clearly a precious thing, as much as she seems to have those.


So he grabs for it and throws all his strength behind trying to rip it out.

(Where Pandora had carefully cut away Perci's memory, all precision and clean lines... this is brutal and indiscriminate, like ripping out a weed and not caring if roots get left behind, or roots from nearby plants get yanked out in the process.)

A mental voice, barbed. Let's see how you like it. ]

[reflectonyourchoices]

[ The scream that comes out of her echoes both physically and mentally. The most horrid, nails-on-chalkboard sound combined with the lurch of grinding gears and animal misery. She shoves him back out, shards tearing him the whole way as she forces him back via the same blunt force that he used to hurt her.

In reality she sways atop the crumbling spider, face blackened and cracking, limbs going stiff. In the end she pulls back and dives bodily back into the lake of glass. ]

[endsjustified]

[he kind of wishes he could try to shoot her one more time but it ain't happening

the ghost sheep at least tries to shove enough spider remnants out of the way that Vash doesn't potentially crash into a huge sharp pile of them in real life also.]

[featherduster]

[ He doesn't collapse or anything, thankfully. But he is still quite thoroughly impaled, and there's a fucked up glass wing jutting from his back, and somewhere in that psychic 1v1 his eyes and ears and nose started bleeding.

Whatever. Hashtag #worth.

He gives it a moment to be sure Pandora isn't going to imminently pop back out, then turns back to Charon and Styx, making his way over........ gingerly. ]

[endsjustified]

[Charon looks aggressively normal in that way where it's now obvious he just keeps a habitual illusion on to maintain that at all times. just kind of crouched by the pile and not moving himself for the moment, though, even to help]

[featherduster]

[ Honestly he's mad fucking jealous.

Crouching down in front of him, aware that it's Bad even if he doesn't know the extent of the badness. ]

Charon.

Are you out of potions?

[endsjustified]

[there's a lot of blood dripping OUT of the skin of the illusion so]

I have one left. And two bottles of tears.

[featherduster]

[ Watches the blood hit the ground.

Pulls him into a kiss, not quite steady enough to do it delicately. ]

[endsjustified]

[they are both facially bleeding from everywhere, so even discounting everything else going on here, it is not one of their better kisses

he's able to drag in a deeper breath after, though, and shift himself like he can think about actually operating his body again.]

. . . we need to get that out of you before you heal up more.

1/2

[featherduster]

[ It takes him a second to process wtf Charon is taking about, given that his brain was just julienned.




... Ohhh right. ]

[featherduster]

[ Well, he's not making Charon do that. In general, but also right now in particular.

Grips the base of the wing in his metal hand and just. Rips it out, bloody glass roots and all.

The only reason he doesn't just let it drop to the ground and shatter is so none of it hits Styx where he's slumped on the ground. ]

[endsjustified]

[gives him a look that is both sympathetic and unimpressed]

Turn and let me check for splinters.

[featherduster]

[ like u wouldn't do the same man

He crouches down, though, letting Charon do as he likes. Settles Styx's head in his lap and still says nothing.

(There probably are at least a few jagged shards still buried there, easily visible by the blood on white feathers.) ]

[endsjustified]

[he just...sighs speakingly, behind him. gets the shards out, works for a bit after to make sure he can't find even the smallest piece of glass left in the wounds. if a fragment still goes undetected in all the blood for later -- well, he did his best.

shoves the flesh wing back in place and pours one of his tear bottles over the mess, after]

[featherduster]

[ He holds perfectly still, obediently.

When he does finally speak, it's detached from anything going on with his own body. ]

We have to-- replace the heart....?

[endsjustified]

[oh mood]

There is a replacement in the morgue, and the materials to remake his eyes.

[featherduster]

Alright.

And you....? Will another potion help?

[endsjustified]

No, and do not expect Rune magic out of me for the next few days, but I'm healed enough.

I'll rest after he is healed and revived.

[featherduster]

You've done more than enough.

[ . . . Turning slightly to reach for him though. 8( ]

[endsjustified]

I do exactly as much as I wish to do.

[he does not resist being reached for! leans toward it a bit, in that very careful way where he is not sure how well he can keep his balance]

[featherduster]

[ Juuuust. Holds onto him for a minute.

Sometimes you lose something and it upends your entire world and then you get it back and then you live with the constant specter of losing it again and then you do lose it again and in the process you almost lose a secret, second thing you're only starting to realize you have.

It's!!!! A lot!!!!!! And his head fucking hurts. ]

[endsjustified]

[puts an arm around him carefully, until he's ready to get going again.

it's just a real bad day for Triguns! it's a bad day for him too but he has this wonderful thing going of 'if I don't acknowledge this day is going anywhere near as shittily for me for reasons, I can kind of make myself believe it']

[featherduster]

Thank you.

[ DOES NOT ELABORATE ON WHAT THE THANK YOU IS FOR. ]

Let's go. I've got him.

[endsjustified]

Mm.

I'm...going to hide us, if that's all right.

[they look like SHIT Minuet is going to be toting a CORPSE]

[featherduster]

Please.

[ THANK GOD TBH

He stands, carefully carrying Styx along. ]