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[ it's late thursday night, and scien has commandeered an entire hospital room for lucas. he's placed his stupid little dog on a hospital bed and worked on tinkering with all the machinery that he needs in record time to make sure it's all top of the line, because there's no other perks to being a genius.
what even are all his injuries, aki.... scien won't let him die from any. there's a perfectly good swamp out there but scien won't noncon throw him into it.
but also he's going to keep a fair amount of drugs in his system—enough to numb the worst of his pain, but also one that'll make his limbs feel like they weigh a thousand pounds each just so that he doesn't go insane again.
maybe he'll go insane anyway, ]
what even are all his injuries, aki.... scien won't let him die from any. there's a perfectly good swamp out there but scien won't noncon throw him into it.
but also he's going to keep a fair amount of drugs in his system—enough to numb the worst of his pain, but also one that'll make his limbs feel like they weigh a thousand pounds each just so that he doesn't go insane again.
maybe he'll go insane anyway, ]
[HELPPP WHY IS THIS SO FUCKING FUNNY LUCAS GETS PREFERENTIAL TREATMENT IN HEALING AFTER HE MOWED DOWN FOUR PEOPLE AND BLASTED A FEW OTHERS this is fine.
His injuries are very stabby... From his CYOA adventures there's a lower stomach stab wound and a foot-long burn on one side of his body from a magic laser cannon blast that also disintegrated the clothing there, plus a nasty chomp on his leg that's broken his ankle. He was truly still just running around on this. From his SPREE, he has a bonk on his head from Aerith, a large bruise from where Cloud kicked him, and he's just riddled with stab wounds, mostly from Kanda probably but also a few from Rondo.
HIS DRUGS THOUGH. This is not a situation Lucas wants to wake up in but it's okay because he's still not consciously aware by the next time he drifts back into consciousness. It's not Friday morning yet so the first thing he tries to do when he's awake enough to move is just LAUNCH HIMSELF AT SCIEN AGAIN. Which he can't do because his limbs feel sooo heavy BUT MY GOD IS HE STRAINING AND TRYING. This is doing literally nothing but potentially giving him an aneurysm of fury.]
His injuries are very stabby... From his CYOA adventures there's a lower stomach stab wound and a foot-long burn on one side of his body from a magic laser cannon blast that also disintegrated the clothing there, plus a nasty chomp on his leg that's broken his ankle. He was truly still just running around on this. From his SPREE, he has a bonk on his head from Aerith, a large bruise from where Cloud kicked him, and he's just riddled with stab wounds, mostly from Kanda probably but also a few from Rondo.
HIS DRUGS THOUGH. This is not a situation Lucas wants to wake up in but it's okay because he's still not consciously aware by the next time he drifts back into consciousness. It's not Friday morning yet so the first thing he tries to do when he's awake enough to move is just LAUNCH HIMSELF AT SCIEN AGAIN. Which he can't do because his limbs feel sooo heavy BUT MY GOD IS HE STRAINING AND TRYING. This is doing literally nothing but potentially giving him an aneurysm of fury.]
[ HELP MEEEEE it's fine scien's godly favoritism is truly an insane work of divine intervention.
he treated every last one of lucas's injuries, cleaning the open wounds and putting ointment on the burns. all of the ones that need stitches were neatly applied while he was passed the fuck out, and he'll probably check on them in a few hours anyway after he gets all his fits out.
like now ]
You're only going to make your own injuries worse.
[ mildly, he says, but he gets up from where he was tapping away on his tablet. there's probably also a puzzle nearby ]
Use your words. Do you remember anything that happened to you?
[ is there like. any conscious thought in there. scien's going to reach for another dose of the sleepytime drug ]
he treated every last one of lucas's injuries, cleaning the open wounds and putting ointment on the burns. all of the ones that need stitches were neatly applied while he was passed the fuck out, and he'll probably check on them in a few hours anyway after he gets all his fits out.
like now ]
You're only going to make your own injuries worse.
[ mildly, he says, but he gets up from where he was tapping away on his tablet. there's probably also a puzzle nearby ]
Use your words. Do you remember anything that happened to you?
[ is there like. any conscious thought in there. scien's going to reach for another dose of the sleepytime drug ]
[HE GETS TO BE SO TENDERLY CARED FOR AND HE CAN'T EVEN APPRECIATE IIIIIIT.
There is maybe some conscious thought somewhere in this brain soup but he's still full of RAGE, VIOLENCE AND THE DETERMINATION TO KILL which overrides pretty much everything else including any desire he might have to engage in civil conversation. JUST FERALITY. He's baring his teeth like he really does just want to bite Scien's throat out and he is still trying sooo hard to reach for him and tragically not to hold his hand all tendy-like. HIS SLEEPYTIME DRUG.]
There is maybe some conscious thought somewhere in this brain soup but he's still full of RAGE, VIOLENCE AND THE DETERMINATION TO KILL which overrides pretty much everything else including any desire he might have to engage in civil conversation. JUST FERALITY. He's baring his teeth like he really does just want to bite Scien's throat out and he is still trying sooo hard to reach for him and tragically not to hold his hand all tendy-like. HIS SLEEPYTIME DRUG.]
[ it's fine it's fine he doesn't need to appreciate it, scien doesn't do this expecting thanks
but he'll just sigh at that and move to inject a dose of the sleepytime drug into the same IV line that will funnel into lucas's veins directly. he set up most of this ahead of time so he wouldn't have to get too close, knowing full well how much lucas would enjoy tearing his arm off right now
he'll reach out to brush his hair out of his face, avoiding his FERAL FANGS as best as he can but if lucas chews him up a little that's fine ]
It'll pass. You'll be going to sleep soon. I hope it's dreamless.
I'll be here when you wake.
but he'll just sigh at that and move to inject a dose of the sleepytime drug into the same IV line that will funnel into lucas's veins directly. he set up most of this ahead of time so he wouldn't have to get too close, knowing full well how much lucas would enjoy tearing his arm off right now
he'll reach out to brush his hair out of his face, avoiding his FERAL FANGS as best as he can but if lucas chews him up a little that's fine ]
It'll pass. You'll be going to sleep soon. I hope it's dreamless.
I'll be here when you wake.
[STOP HE WOULD!!!! IF HE WASN'T SO INSANE RIGHT NOW AND ABOUT TO BE BODIED BY GUILT LATER!!!!!
For now, though, he's just watching Scien with wide, sharp, absolutely fucking feral eyes, vivid with killing intent without even the recognition of Scien as a Reliver. NO THOUGHT ONLY KILL!!!!! He is absolutely going to try to bite the shit out of his hand or wrist with his lil feral fangs when Scien goes to brush his hair out of his face because he still can't get his limbs to listen to him, but he MUST inflict DAMAGE or he will simply DIE.
He also fights so hard against the effects of this sleepytime drug even though chemicals are one of the ONLY FUCKING THING HE'S WEAK TO because he's weak to it but still managed to snap awake in Scien's terrible lab. He's just TENSED AND POISED FOR VIOLENCE even as his eyelids begin to flutter and his head slowly but surely eases back onto the pillow. The energy is just NOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooo...
Eventually, his eyes finally flutter closed and stay closed and he drifts off into a sleep that probably is blissfully dreamless because it's drugged. NIGHTYNIGHT PEANUT.]
For now, though, he's just watching Scien with wide, sharp, absolutely fucking feral eyes, vivid with killing intent without even the recognition of Scien as a Reliver. NO THOUGHT ONLY KILL!!!!! He is absolutely going to try to bite the shit out of his hand or wrist with his lil feral fangs when Scien goes to brush his hair out of his face because he still can't get his limbs to listen to him, but he MUST inflict DAMAGE or he will simply DIE.
He also fights so hard against the effects of this sleepytime drug even though chemicals are one of the ONLY FUCKING THING HE'S WEAK TO because he's weak to it but still managed to snap awake in Scien's terrible lab. He's just TENSED AND POISED FOR VIOLENCE even as his eyelids begin to flutter and his head slowly but surely eases back onto the pillow. The energy is just NOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooo...
Eventually, his eyes finally flutter closed and stay closed and he drifts off into a sleep that probably is blissfully dreamless because it's drugged. NIGHTYNIGHT PEANUT.]
Edited 2024-07-26 05:18 (UTC)
[Thinking about how absolutely unfair it is that he looks so beautiful and peaceful in his sleep even though he just killed four people. BUT HE WILL STAY THAT WAY!! Just a little marble statue of a man, snoozin' away as Nehan, Kanda, Will and Boothill all pull themselves up out of the cemetery dirt, probably. My god.
He'll stay unconscious and subdued for hours as this sleepytime drug circulates through his system, but eventually it will start to lose efficacy... And even if it'd be so funny if he did just wake up fully feral a second time, it's well enough into Friday that this time, he starts to stir a little more lightly instead of just snapping awake immediately with the full intent to keep murdering.]
He'll stay unconscious and subdued for hours as this sleepytime drug circulates through his system, but eventually it will start to lose efficacy... And even if it'd be so funny if he did just wake up fully feral a second time, it's well enough into Friday that this time, he starts to stir a little more lightly instead of just snapping awake immediately with the full intent to keep murdering.]
[ okay fine lucas bit into scien's so hard that it bled because we all deserve a treat on this day
but once he's passed out again, scien will just clean the blood off of them both and wrap his hand with a bandage. at some point he also checked his own self and probably had to re-set his ribs and everything. it's fine. he's always in pain.
scien hasn't slept, because of course he hasn't. but he also isn't taking the risk of being super close to lucas until he knows just how feral he is when he wakes up. he's still waiting at his bedside though, tapping away at his tablet.
when it looks like he's starting to rouse again, he'll glance over. his limbs are still probably extremely heavy as a precaution, though scien will ease off on those drugs once he's sane again ]
Lucas?
but once he's passed out again, scien will just clean the blood off of them both and wrap his hand with a bandage. at some point he also checked his own self and probably had to re-set his ribs and everything. it's fine. he's always in pain.
scien hasn't slept, because of course he hasn't. but he also isn't taking the risk of being super close to lucas until he knows just how feral he is when he wakes up. he's still waiting at his bedside though, tapping away at his tablet.
when it looks like he's starting to rouse again, he'll glance over. his limbs are still probably extremely heavy as a precaution, though scien will ease off on those drugs once he's sane again ]
Lucas?
[NOT ME, I'M INNOCENT. I just wanted to see him go insane once :pikashy:......]
I'm not particularly interested in it, no. I have my own personal goals.
I'm not particularly interested in it, no. I have my own personal goals.
[ shakes hands in emoshare being the worst week actually. still thinking about how this dude did all this because he has a gene boner
again, he is so fatalistic that it's hard to imagine real, lasting change. but it's a nice dream, if only he'll someday allow himself to have it. in the meantime, he's quiet for a moment before finally drawing his hands back, no longer sensing much of that violence in lucas which is very funny because then thursday happens
he speaks softly and hoarsely, like this is a part of his voice that he's forgotten how to use. ]
...If what you want is to make your world a little better, then I hope that's possible.
again, he is so fatalistic that it's hard to imagine real, lasting change. but it's a nice dream, if only he'll someday allow himself to have it. in the meantime, he's quiet for a moment before finally drawing his hands back, no longer sensing much of that violence in lucas which is very funny because then thursday happens
he speaks softly and hoarsely, like this is a part of his voice that he's forgotten how to use. ]
...If what you want is to make your world a little better, then I hope that's possible.
[He's not bleeding from the mouth even though i desperately wish that were the case, my INJURIES, but this icon is still a good representation of the absolute fucking bleariness he feels as he finally starts to come to properly. His eyes open slowly. He tries to lift himself up after another second or two, but he STILL CAN'T MOVE, except he's so groggy with the lingering traces of sleepytime drug that panic doesn't have a chance to take hold yet.
At the sound of his name, he turns his head a bit. His expression is dazed and confused, but there's recognition again - humanity again. No longer just a feral little guy who bites hard enough to draw blood and punches a hole in a man's torso with his bare hand! His own brain soup has been so badly sloshed around by this other forcible soupening that the recognition does dawn a bit late, though, and his speech comes slowly and through seemingly great effort.]
...Scien...? What... Where... are we--?
[And also just SLURRING SO BAD he's sneepy still. His slow-shifting gaze catches the IV tubing and the needle lodged in his vein and he makes a soft sound like a half-aborted cough that turns into a little whine.]
At the sound of his name, he turns his head a bit. His expression is dazed and confused, but there's recognition again - humanity again. No longer just a feral little guy who bites hard enough to draw blood and punches a hole in a man's torso with his bare hand! His own brain soup has been so badly sloshed around by this other forcible soupening that the recognition does dawn a bit late, though, and his speech comes slowly and through seemingly great effort.]
...Scien...? What... Where... are we--?
[And also just SLURRING SO BAD he's sneepy still. His slow-shifting gaze catches the IV tubing and the needle lodged in his vein and he makes a soft sound like a half-aborted cough that turns into a little whine.]
[ NOT THE LITTLE WHINE!!!! BABY!!!!!
he's human enough that scien has decided to test god to sit by him on the hospital bed. he first adjusts the dosage for both the sedating drugs and the ones that weigh down on his limbs, gradually tapering them off so that they can get flushed out of lucas's system. once seated closer, he'll brush back lucas's hair with his hand again, a gentle grounding touch. ]
Hospital. I had to make it harder for you to move as a precaution, but I'll reduce that dosage now. Your mind will clear, and it'll be hard for you to bear it, but know it's not your fault. This place tampered with your mind worse than I've ever seen.
[ because this was a specific flavor of despair route lucas that truly just hops out soooooo insanely
he'll reach out to take lucas's hand in his own unbandaged one, just to give him another soft little point of contact. ]
he's human enough that scien has decided to test god to sit by him on the hospital bed. he first adjusts the dosage for both the sedating drugs and the ones that weigh down on his limbs, gradually tapering them off so that they can get flushed out of lucas's system. once seated closer, he'll brush back lucas's hair with his hand again, a gentle grounding touch. ]
Hospital. I had to make it harder for you to move as a precaution, but I'll reduce that dosage now. Your mind will clear, and it'll be hard for you to bear it, but know it's not your fault. This place tampered with your mind worse than I've ever seen.
[ because this was a specific flavor of despair route lucas that truly just hops out soooooo insanely
he'll reach out to take lucas's hand in his own unbandaged one, just to give him another soft little point of contact. ]
[FUCKING HELP MEEEEE HE REALLY DID.
ALSO I HATE IT HERE. It's fine, the violence is gone for now, even though it will be back with a vengeance Thursday. Oh no. But also, this is such a genuinely touching thing to hear from Nehan, in this voice that's raw and honest, with words probably a little painful to give in the same way that it's a bit painful to receive them. It's the sort of pain to cherish, though. Not because he's an m.]
Thank you. [He keeps saying it even though Nehan is allergic.] One can only continue to try, I suppose... In any case.
[He will politely hold a hand out for his meds, and you can escape from this thread if you wish since im about to bodyslam you for one tomorrow.]
ALSO I HATE IT HERE. It's fine, the violence is gone for now, even though it will be back with a vengeance Thursday. Oh no. But also, this is such a genuinely touching thing to hear from Nehan, in this voice that's raw and honest, with words probably a little painful to give in the same way that it's a bit painful to receive them. It's the sort of pain to cherish, though. Not because he's an m.]
Thank you. [He keeps saying it even though Nehan is allergic.] One can only continue to try, I suppose... In any case.
[He will politely hold a hand out for his meds, and you can escape from this thread if you wish since im about to bodyslam you for one tomorrow.]
[THIS BABY JUST MURDERED FOUR PEOPLE.
Lucas's limbs are still heavy, but his fingers twitch in Scien's hand, and he turns his head back toward him like a sunflower when he brushes his hair back. The way his violent brainworms are always ready to gnaw on Scien but his head is so soupy right now that even they're just lost in the post-cyoa sauce. He barely feels connected to his own body, and his emotions are mostly just disoriented and confused.
What Scien says just confuses him farther, because he's still struggling to think clearly, like when a wisdom tooth removal patient is just waking into an absolutely befuddled stupor after being under for hours WHICH HE BASICALLY WAS he just gets to keep his teeth about it. But they're concerning-sounding words that hit his subconscious, dragging a trill of anxiety into the mix.]
Why'm I... Hospital...? My mind? What're you... talking about? Why...
[Just trailing off and staring up at him with big ol' unclear, unfocused, unknowing eyes like he wasn't just spattered with blood mere hours ago. MAN this is going to suck when he starts gaining his clarity of mind again!]
Lucas's limbs are still heavy, but his fingers twitch in Scien's hand, and he turns his head back toward him like a sunflower when he brushes his hair back. The way his violent brainworms are always ready to gnaw on Scien but his head is so soupy right now that even they're just lost in the post-cyoa sauce. He barely feels connected to his own body, and his emotions are mostly just disoriented and confused.
What Scien says just confuses him farther, because he's still struggling to think clearly, like when a wisdom tooth removal patient is just waking into an absolutely befuddled stupor after being under for hours WHICH HE BASICALLY WAS he just gets to keep his teeth about it. But they're concerning-sounding words that hit his subconscious, dragging a trill of anxiety into the mix.]
Why'm I... Hospital...? My mind? What're you... talking about? Why...
[Just trailing off and staring up at him with big ol' unclear, unfocused, unknowing eyes like he wasn't just spattered with blood mere hours ago. MAN this is going to suck when he starts gaining his clarity of mind again!]
Edited 2024-07-26 06:20 (UTC)
[ this is going to suck!!! it's already starting to suck!! scien doesn't want to lie, and he won't, but he thinks he's already said enough. so instead he'll just stay where he is, brushing lucas's hair back in repetitive, even strokes. ]
Shh. Stop talking, just breathe.
[ thinking about how in le salut when lucas is too soupy, scien just tells him to shut up ]
Everyone's safe. [ probably. scien hasn't gone to the cemetery but he's heard this is the average revival time ] You're safe.
I've got you.
Shh. Stop talking, just breathe.
[ thinking about how in le salut when lucas is too soupy, scien just tells him to shut up ]
Everyone's safe. [ probably. scien hasn't gone to the cemetery but he's heard this is the average revival time ] You're safe.
I've got you.
[:tails:]
Yes, those.
[No, sorry. Only evil, traitorous, and very dangerous goals here. I missed the O and typed gals and was like there is definitely no gals here, this man is word of God gay.]
Yes, those.
[No, sorry. Only evil, traitorous, and very dangerous goals here. I missed the O and typed gals and was like there is definitely no gals here, this man is word of God gay.]
[IT'S TRUE FUCKING HELP. He actually listens in these moments, too! Is it because his brain is simply too soupy to do anything else? Maybe so...
But he does fall into silence, the gentle motion of Scien's hand brushing his hair back lulling him into little bursts of sleep again as the sedative works its way out of his system. His head rolls against the pillow, eyes falling shut, opening just a little, falling shut again. Oh to be comfortable enough in your mortal enemy's presence to drift in and out of drugged consciousness and not feel the need to struggle hard against it...
Every now and then he'll ask where they are again, or ask what's happening, the amnesiac properties of a sedative still easing its way out. His hand stays in Scien's, fingers twitching every so often, grasping as the weight starts to lift from his limbs and he feels like he has more control of his body back. Over the next ten, fifteen, twenty minutes or so, he starts coming back to himself. He starts to remember. Blood. Indistinct at first, warm against his hands. Little flashes. A body flying. Weight against his shins, the sound of a tree cracking, metal being crushed.
His hand moves in Scien's and if he's hooked up to any monitoring devices they're probably starting to be like UH OH SISTERS as his heartrate and breathing start to elevate.]
I... I... Did I... --Did... I...
But he does fall into silence, the gentle motion of Scien's hand brushing his hair back lulling him into little bursts of sleep again as the sedative works its way out of his system. His head rolls against the pillow, eyes falling shut, opening just a little, falling shut again. Oh to be comfortable enough in your mortal enemy's presence to drift in and out of drugged consciousness and not feel the need to struggle hard against it...
Every now and then he'll ask where they are again, or ask what's happening, the amnesiac properties of a sedative still easing its way out. His hand stays in Scien's, fingers twitching every so often, grasping as the weight starts to lift from his limbs and he feels like he has more control of his body back. Over the next ten, fifteen, twenty minutes or so, he starts coming back to himself. He starts to remember. Blood. Indistinct at first, warm against his hands. Little flashes. A body flying. Weight against his shins, the sound of a tree cracking, metal being crushed.
His hand moves in Scien's and if he's hooked up to any monitoring devices they're probably starting to be like UH OH SISTERS as his heartrate and breathing start to elevate.]
I... I... Did I... --Did... I...
[DON'T JUST TAILS WHEN YOU WANTED TO SEE IT TOO my god though no more gals in this house of god gay man's evil lair.
There's a bit of a pause, but he is driven to ask.]
If you're potentially going to alter your actions so that certain events don't happen in the future, would that also alter your personal goals?
There's a bit of a pause, but he is driven to ask.]
If you're potentially going to alter your actions so that certain events don't happen in the future, would that also alter your personal goals?
[ scien doesn't mind. he is patient in this moment the way that he uniquely is when he knows that providing logical answers is for the best for everyone. he shifts so that he's more comfortable sitting on the bed, making himself a place there as he stays at lucas's side.
hospital. you'll feel better soon. just rest. i've got you.
repetitive answers, offered every time lucas asks a question. when lucas holds onto his hand enough to grip back, scien eases his fingers into the space between lucas's. his thumb brushes against the back of his hand, still keeping that same slow rhythm as his hand to try to ease lucas back into something even vaguely calm.
but he won't lie. ]
You were made to. You didn't choose it.
[ his body is so uniquely designed for violence, but it is worthwhile to note that his heart wasn't. this time, unlike when lucas told scien to suffer, this isn't something that he intentionally wished upon someone.
but more similar to that time, ]
Nothing was done that can't be fixed.
hospital. you'll feel better soon. just rest. i've got you.
repetitive answers, offered every time lucas asks a question. when lucas holds onto his hand enough to grip back, scien eases his fingers into the space between lucas's. his thumb brushes against the back of his hand, still keeping that same slow rhythm as his hand to try to ease lucas back into something even vaguely calm.
but he won't lie. ]
You were made to. You didn't choose it.
[ his body is so uniquely designed for violence, but it is worthwhile to note that his heart wasn't. this time, unlike when lucas told scien to suffer, this isn't something that he intentionally wished upon someone.
but more similar to that time, ]
Nothing was done that can't be fixed.
[GOD GAY MAN'S EVIL LAIR??
Don't ask him that. Go away. Ends the thread.]
...I still want to know more about the beacons. That isn't a goal I will give up so easily. But... I... will have to go about it a different way.
Don't ask him that. Go away. Ends the thread.]
...I still want to know more about the beacons. That isn't a goal I will give up so easily. But... I... will have to go about it a different way.
[GOD GAY MAN'S EVIL LAIR
Don't just end the thread there though what the fck STOP RUNNING i have to get you tom- oh wait i cant get you tomorrow OH NOOOOO I HAVE TO WAIT AND GET YOU ON SATURDAY tch. He smiles on hearing this, though. Hehe...]
I'm glad that you will. And I do hope that you find a fruitful avenue of investigation...
Don't just end the thread there though what the fck STOP RUNNING i have to get you tom- oh wait i cant get you tomorrow OH NOOOOO I HAVE TO WAIT AND GET YOU ON SATURDAY tch. He smiles on hearing this, though. Hehe...]
I'm glad that you will. And I do hope that you find a fruitful avenue of investigation...
[Sometimes God (sky) truly just crafts you to be a weapon of mass destruction against your will and continues putting you in situations where you start blasting.
Even though Scien is trying to ease him into calmness, he just starts getting more and more worked up the more he remembers. The crack of bone, the splash of blood. His body, still fighting off the remnants of the drugs, starts to tense, muscles winding back up again. Scien says he was made to do it, that he didn't choose it, but...]
...I... They were— ...They wanted to kill... her... to save everyone, and so... I... [More flashes as things start to be drawn back up from his hazy memory and groggy mind. Scien slamming into the tree and disappearing into the bushes. Aqua saying if she's going to die anyway - words he knows she never would, and cracking her head clean open for it.
But then... But then, he'd felt a blade in him and the world was pulled apart at the seams, and the next time he woke - it's such a blur, still. Spinning and furious and violent, only wanting to kill and kill.]
...I hurt them. ...I killed them...? I... killed them...
[He can't even remember who clearly, yet, but he's already struggling to sit upright again AUGH HIS INJURIES it's fine adrenaline will save him.]
Even though Scien is trying to ease him into calmness, he just starts getting more and more worked up the more he remembers. The crack of bone, the splash of blood. His body, still fighting off the remnants of the drugs, starts to tense, muscles winding back up again. Scien says he was made to do it, that he didn't choose it, but...]
...I... They were— ...They wanted to kill... her... to save everyone, and so... I... [More flashes as things start to be drawn back up from his hazy memory and groggy mind. Scien slamming into the tree and disappearing into the bushes. Aqua saying if she's going to die anyway - words he knows she never would, and cracking her head clean open for it.
But then... But then, he'd felt a blade in him and the world was pulled apart at the seams, and the next time he woke - it's such a blur, still. Spinning and furious and violent, only wanting to kill and kill.]
...I hurt them. ...I killed them...? I... killed them...
[He can't even remember who clearly, yet, but he's already struggling to sit upright again AUGH HIS INJURIES it's fine adrenaline will save him.]
[ lucas says one single sentence and scien can already guess what led to all this. ]
Nadia's safe. The same way that everything here plays with visions. She's safe, and so is everyone else.
[ lucas tries to sit up and scien warms him briefly: ] You shouldn't be getting up. I'm going to support you.
[ just so that he's not surprised when the hand in lucas's hair shifts, sliding down to his back so that scien's arm can support lucas without him carrying all of his own weight. the way he's banking on the bleariness and confusion to win out over the brainworms right now so that he lucas doesn't just forcibly separate scien's arm from his body ]
Everyone's still asleep. [ assumes this so lucas doesn't try to go find them immediately ] You can face them in the daylight.
Nadia's safe. The same way that everything here plays with visions. She's safe, and so is everyone else.
[ lucas tries to sit up and scien warms him briefly: ] You shouldn't be getting up. I'm going to support you.
[ just so that he's not surprised when the hand in lucas's hair shifts, sliding down to his back so that scien's arm can support lucas without him carrying all of his own weight. the way he's banking on the bleariness and confusion to win out over the brainworms right now so that he lucas doesn't just forcibly separate scien's arm from his body ]
Everyone's still asleep. [ assumes this so lucas doesn't try to go find them immediately ] You can face them in the daylight.
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