[They've probably dragged him to the infirmary by now. Here's Mandricardo - he definitely looks better, out of his armor, and is less crispy, though he still has burns over his face and chest and arms.]
[He sits there, quiet - his emotions seem a swirling of pain and sorrow - for Catra, especially - though there's some wariness, too, as he looks over at Otome.]
[ Otome's emotions are-- well, a lot. Concern and care and grief and exhaustion and self-loathing and all of that fun stuff. But she answers him levelly enough as she brings more bandages over, sincerely. ]
I want to. I'm sorry that it had to be me who treated you.
[ Wow, she. The emotions are definitely of someone bracing herself to accept literally whatever is about to happen, though she takes a second to resign herself before she turns back and.
[ Otome stares back, and honestly, her emotions are also all over the place. Whichever one is most prevalent is difficult to pick out, but whatever it is, it causes her to stand still as he reaches for her, even as her breath emerges shakily.
[He just holds her hand for a moment. And it's like a switch is turned on, and the sorrow and grief he was holding back spill out. He's blinking away tears. Everything that happened. Everything that was done. Everything that could be done.]
[She...probably won't survive this week, will she?]
[He finally shakes his head with some finality, turning his gaze away. Pained. Heartbroken. They were friends, they were and then she...]
[His hand slips out of hers, voice quiet as he speaks - anger rising, but sadness more than anything]
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[He sits there, quiet - his emotions seem a swirling of pain and sorrow - for Catra, especially - though there's some wariness, too, as he looks over at Otome.]
You don't have to do this for me.
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I want to. I'm sorry that it had to be me who treated you.
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[There's a little exasperation in her direction, even as he looks away.]
You don't need to apologize. [And then, a bit deadpan:] You're just doing your job.
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[ She also looks away. ]
There's a lot I need to apologize for. But this had nothing to do with my job.
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[He's a bit bitter.]
But thanks, anyways.
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I'll be out of your hair once I adjust the bandages, okay? Nier should be able to help you with them if you need it.
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...So, what did he use that shapeshifting coupon on?
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A mannequin.
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Let me guess. He changed it into himself?
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He went into the cosmetology building and turned himself into a mannequin to blend in. He wasn't quite...
[ She trails off, uncertainly. Because wow does she not want anyone else to get struck by lightning. ]
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[Quite...what?]
Did you have a choice on who you'd kill?
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But also apparently there's some frustration that surrounds what she's remembering, even as she finally sighs. ]
I'm sorry. I don't think I can say. I don't know how much is too much.
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[Some disappointment, but he gets it.]
Yeah. I see.
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[ It won't really make up for anything, she's aware of that. Nothing will. But the misery and the sorrow are genuine.
She finally finishes her work and leans back. ]
... I think I've done all I can here, too, but I can give you some painkillers in the event that the discomfort's too great.
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[The painkillers, he means.]
[Even though he's actually in some pain right now.]
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... Just in case. I'll leave them here. [ And she'll take a blister pack of them out of her bag and place them on the examining table.
With a small nod she'll just turn to leave him be. ]
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...Hey.
[He says, as she turns away.]
Come back here.
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[ Wow, she. The emotions are definitely of someone bracing herself to accept literally whatever is about to happen, though she takes a second to resign herself before she turns back and.
Limp-walks slowly over without a word. ]
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[He stares at her for a long moment.]
[It's just a mess. A mess of conflicting emotions.]
[He reaches out a hand. Its hard to tell what's emotion's behind it.]
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She doesn't flinch or move. ]
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[His hand is still outstretched.]
[Still, the buzz of emotions. His face is impassive.]
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Resignation and resolve both coalesce into one as she takes one more breath and then reaches out to take his hand. ]
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[She...probably won't survive this week, will she?]
[He finally shakes his head with some finality, turning his gaze away. Pained. Heartbroken. They were friends, they were and then she...]
[His hand slips out of hers, voice quiet as he speaks - anger rising, but sadness more than anything]
...You can go now.
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