[Weirdly, a lot of the corpses are pretty featureless now that he takes a closer look? It's hard to figure out who any of these are supposed to be other than Lots Of Dead And Maimed People.]
[Well, he needs a new arm so he'll try to find one of similar shape and skin color and drag them out of the pile.
Oh, he needs a knife.
There isn't a knife here is there? If there is anything to work with he will saw off the arm of the corpse. If not, well surely one of those clothing shops will have something, right?]
[Splendid. He will cover over Yvette's corpse with his new jacket. Kneel and say something in a foreign language before he contemplates the room again before speaking to no one in particular.]
Do you regret that you could not save everyone?
Or that you are burdened with the unique ability to save everyone?
[Nothing seems to happen. Although he can note that when he was occupied with Yvette and finding himself a new arm, even more corpses have manifested everywhere.
...Where was the exit, anyway? There doesn't seem to be a way out. Unless, perhaps, he decided to simply skip past all of this and let someone else handle it.]
[Well, if it is a corpse, the blood isn't flowing anymore so he can drain parts and infuse it with blood from other corpses. Ancients don't know about blood types so sorry about that Yvette corpse.
So he does attempt that. Making his own blood transfusion equipment from flesh craft from another corpse, draining small amounts of blood near the wound specifically on Yvette, replacing the blood lost, and then healing the wound again to see if she revives.]
But it does seem to be working - and indeed, there's a sudden spark like electricity, and she begins to breathe, the movement of her chest slow but even.
You know in your heart that this isn't the end. They'll die and continue to die, over and over and over. But it's okay. Everyone knows you'll always be there to fix them up, again and again, friendly and smiling. You'll figure out how to fix it all, even past the limitations of your powers. You will never need anyone else to look out for you - you can heal yourself, can't you? Never insinuate anything is needed or desired, nothing that could breed resentment over the power over the lives and deaths of others, the power you never asked for. You'll handle it all, again and again, smiling because at least you aren't helpless, at least you can do something.
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Oh, he needs a knife.
There isn't a knife here is there? If there is anything to work with he will saw off the arm of the corpse. If not, well surely one of those clothing shops will have something, right?]
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Do you regret that you could not save everyone?
Or that you are burdened with the unique ability to save everyone?
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...Where was the exit, anyway? There doesn't seem to be a way out. Unless, perhaps, he decided to simply skip past all of this and let someone else handle it.]
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[Or do they? He does try on one corpse to heal it completely. Specifically not Yvette's.]
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He'll start with the former and if it gets tedious he might consider the latter.
So, he's going to heal them all one by one, this time starting with Yvette.]
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Well, maybe he can figure it out as he goes. Which part is he healing up first?]
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...Although, wait...
There's a dawning realization, somehow. The spider-like cuts along her leg, and the slit throat-
It was because she was poisoned from the spider cuts, wasn't it?
He might have to finagle something else here to deal with the poison that's still in her bloodstream.]
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So he does attempt that. Making his own blood transfusion equipment from flesh craft from another corpse, draining small amounts of blood near the wound specifically on Yvette, replacing the blood lost, and then healing the wound again to see if she revives.]
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But it does seem to be working - and indeed, there's a sudden spark like electricity, and she begins to breathe, the movement of her chest slow but even.
You know in your heart that this isn't the end. They'll die and continue to die, over and over and over. But it's okay. Everyone knows you'll always be there to fix them up, again and again, friendly and smiling. You'll figure out how to fix it all, even past the limitations of your powers. You will never need anyone else to look out for you - you can heal yourself, can't you? Never insinuate anything is needed or desired, nothing that could breed resentment over the power over the lives and deaths of others, the power you never asked for. You'll handle it all, again and again, smiling because at least you aren't helpless, at least you can do something.
Doesn't that make you happy?
Your character wakes up perfectly healed in a room. Their hangman game has been updated.