[ WELL HE'S GOT THREE GUNSHOT WOUNDS IN HIS CHEST AND ONE ON HIS FOOT SO IT AIN'T GREAT, but much like louis he miraculously managed to avoid getting hit in the heart or anything.
the chunk out of his ear and the cut around his neck are weird because they actually seem kind of old? more like scars? they're bloody, but it doesn't look like they've actually bled in a while. ]
okay well, he notes all these injuries. he probably assisted in. getting the bullets out, if he wasn't in charge of this. once he's pretty sure that fidelio isn't going to die, he lets him and bas have their moment.
and then later he'll come back in and sit down next to him, with a slow exhale. he has painkillers. ]
[ IT'S FOUR MORE THAN HE'D LIKE TO HAVE, DEFINITELY but also less than he DID have so that's something......
he is so grateful for painkillers. ]
Well. Like I got shot, I guess.
[ dry humour... the vibes aren't as terrible as they could be, at least. tired and guilty and worried, but not like, trauma levels, and he seems perfectly lucid. ]
there's like a sharp stomach drop, ice cold feeling. it's likely nothing in comparison to how del felt, but - it's not a pleasant feeling. silence, for a moment, as he doesn't much react on the outside, wrestling back to something calmer. ]
Fidelio... I'm sorry. [ he says, softer. ] I can't imagine.
[ yeah, it's extremely obvious that fidelio is also trying very hard to hold his emotions back right now!! and trying to speed through things as quickly as possible to be able to manage that. ]
Didn't have to think about it too long, at least, since it took us out right after.
To be fair, I was askin' for it. Rushed it with a bloody nail file after that, which obviously wasn't gonna do a damn thing.
[ which he'd known then too; he really was asking for it. there's this kind of volatile-feeling hot and cold mix of rage and despair thinking about it, which he is again making a very serious effort to keep contained. ]
It just... [ slicing motion across his neck. though from how uneven the scar is it can probably be inferred that the motion isn't quite accurate. ] Assumin' it got the others after that.
[ he just thinks it'd be hard to stop himself from going after it, himself. silence, for a moment, as he examines the scar. ]
Judging by what I've heard from the others, yes. It did. [ ... ] You really don't need to hold that back, Fidelio.
[ he doesn't have to spill, if he doesn't want to - but jiaoqiu is very calm, and he doesn't mind being the sounding board for all that volatile emotion. ]
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the chunk out of his ear and the cut around his neck are weird because they actually seem kind of old? more like scars? they're bloody, but it doesn't look like they've actually bled in a while. ]
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okay well, he notes all these injuries. he probably assisted in. getting the bullets out, if he wasn't in charge of this. once he's pretty sure that fidelio isn't going to die, he lets him and bas have their moment.
and then later he'll come back in and sit down next to him, with a slow exhale. he has painkillers. ]
How are you feeling?
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he is so grateful for painkillers. ]
Well. Like I got shot, I guess.
[ dry humour... the vibes aren't as terrible as they could be, at least. tired and guilty and worried, but not like, trauma levels, and he seems perfectly lucid. ]
Could be worse.
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I'll be keeping an eye on you for the next few days, just in case. You don't need to be moving so much. Gunshot wounds are serious.
[ a deep breath. ]
Do you want to talk about what happened?
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Yeah, I know.
[ majima's is still fresh in his mind... ]
...Well, it was Richie's world this time. You get to see any of his memories last week?
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I did. I watched something chase him and his friend, and nearly eat him.
[ so. he kind of figures this might have also happened to y'all. ]
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...Yeah. Got to see it do it that to that world's version of Bas, 'cept it weren't just nearly.
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there's like a sharp stomach drop, ice cold feeling. it's likely nothing in comparison to how del felt, but - it's not a pleasant feeling. silence, for a moment, as he doesn't much react on the outside, wrestling back to something calmer. ]
Fidelio... I'm sorry. [ he says, softer. ] I can't imagine.
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Didn't have to think about it too long, at least, since it took us out right after.
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It isn't something that can so easily be swept away. [ he knows he won't want to talk about it, but. ] It killed you?
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[ which he'd known then too; he really was asking for it. there's this kind of volatile-feeling hot and cold mix of rage and despair thinking about it, which he is again making a very serious effort to keep contained. ]
It just... [ slicing motion across his neck. though from how uneven the scar is it can probably be inferred that the motion isn't quite accurate. ] Assumin' it got the others after that.
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[ he just thinks it'd be hard to stop himself from going after it, himself. silence, for a moment, as he examines the scar. ]
Judging by what I've heard from the others, yes. It did. [ ... ] You really don't need to hold that back, Fidelio.
[ he doesn't have to spill, if he doesn't want to - but jiaoqiu is very calm, and he doesn't mind being the sounding board for all that volatile emotion. ]
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Hold what back?
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[ gently. ]
It'll rot, if you do.
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[ he reaches to rest a hand on his arm. ]
... When you do have that distance, I'm willing to listen.