[ Hey, he's been looking for limbs!! Just, you know, between the fuckin soliloquy. ] [ Numbing the body first, though. ]
You remember that, I'm sure. When you told me you'd been 'banned' from healing, I'm guessing by your unit, so I'd need to ask someone else if I needed anything.
[ Is there spare flesh around, or is this a... take flesh off one of the other bodies situation. ]
And when I said, "Are you kidding me?" because you were exhausted and you had doll joints lingering from the shitty game, you laughed. This sad, broken laugh.
[ ...Great. Are any of the bodies clearly dead and not in need of flesh, or is he prioritizing one screaming faceless person over another. ]
—Anyway. I'm not envious anymore.
[ Either way, gonna start getting some f̸̙̹͌̀́̏̃̈́ͅl̸̯̱̀e̸̛̛͂̇̽̀̍̐͜͝s̸̛͓͖̩͉͙̺̄̉͂͆h̵̡̜͔̻͗̀̅͗̂ together for the body in pink. Gotta prioritize unitmates, right? That's the sick, miserable reality. ]
It's not that I get it, exactly. It's not that even this... could ever really help me get it. It feels real, but I know it's not. And even if it were, it'd just be... one bloody disaster, right? One time when I had to put an arm back on.
[ Flexes the fingers of his stolen hand. Feeling that wrongness again. ]
One time when I had to scrape flesh together. One time when I had to pick where to start in a room full of people in pain, people dying.
It's not the same thing. It's not enough. I could do this for hours, and I still wouldn't have actually taken responsibility, because for me this is a horror show attraction.
[ The smell is so bad. The body he's working on is so warm. Holding his breath barely helps, he's going to throw up. ]
For you, it's Tuesday.
[ A twisted little half smile for the body. ]
So I'm sorry. For the nothing that's probably worth.
Once he finishes patching up the body, there's a sudden spark - like a brief flash of electricity - and Tenn begins to breathe once more, chest moving slowly, 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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Numbing the body first, though.]You remember that, I'm sure. When you told me you'd been 'banned' from healing, I'm guessing by your unit, so I'd need to ask someone else if I needed anything.
[ Is there spare flesh around, or is this a... take flesh off one of the other bodies situation. ]
And when I said, "Are you kidding me?" because you were exhausted and you had doll joints lingering from the shitty game, you laughed. This sad, broken laugh.
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1/
—Anyway. I'm not envious anymore.
[ Either way, gonna start getting some f̸̙̹͌̀́̏̃̈́ͅl̸̯̱̀e̸̛̛͂̇̽̀̍̐͜͝s̸̛͓͖̩͉͙̺̄̉͂͆h̵̡̜͔̻͗̀̅͗̂ together for the body in pink. Gotta prioritize unitmates, right? That's the sick, miserable reality. ]
It's not that I get it, exactly. It's not that even this... could ever really help me get it. It feels real, but I know it's not. And even if it were, it'd just be... one bloody disaster, right? One time when I had to put an arm back on.
[ Flexes the fingers of his stolen hand. Feeling that wrongness again. ]
One time when I had to scrape flesh together. One time when I had to pick where to start in a room full of people in pain, people dying.
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It's not the same thing. It's not enough. I could do this for hours, and I still wouldn't have actually taken responsibility, because for me this is a horror show attraction.
[ The smell is so bad. The body he's working on is so warm. Holding his breath barely helps, he's going to throw up. ]
For you, it's Tuesday.
[ A twisted little half smile for the body. ]
So I'm sorry. For the nothing that's probably worth.
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They probably won't need it. Not anymore.]
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The talking helped, in a way. But at least now he doesn't have to keep opening his mouth to let more of the smell in.
If it's even possible to finish, he'll be dizzy and sweaty by the time he's done. And then he really will throw up. ]
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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.
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housekeeping for rereading bc i like these threads ok ok]