[A medic, a healer, a doctor... Whatever the word was, she wanted- She wanted the world to be like she was used to. She wanted her medical care to come with bandages and salves and prayers and teas, not the strange magics that invaded her body and forced it to reknit itself at an unnatural rate. Already once this excursion she had made herself submit to those spells, unable to do anything with a broken leg gained in her attempt to claim the Bell except do that or slit her own belly open, and now...
Again... ? Again...
But what Yuri says stabs straight into her hearts, where someone else has already obviously tried to do the same. She did not desire scars. She did not desire to fail, to be unable to help secure a victory for Meridian. She did not want... She had promised Set, Liem, Claude that she would survive, even though so many parts of her cried out to die, and she-]
Not here...
[She had left a bloody trail behind her. They were vulnerable here. They were exposed. So despite her wounds, the way movement makes blood well up in the large gash his hand hovers over... Hayame struggles to try and pull herself up, her eyepatch still askew and her clothing stained with dirt over the red. Her forelegs tremble with the shock beginning to set in, but despite that, despite all of it-]
Help me up.
[Her weight was too great to be supported by a human properly, but at least as a brace, an anchor--]
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Again... ? Again...
But what Yuri says stabs straight into her hearts, where someone else has already obviously tried to do the same. She did not desire scars. She did not desire to fail, to be unable to help secure a victory for Meridian. She did not want... She had promised Set, Liem, Claude that she would survive, even though so many parts of her cried out to die, and she-]
Not here...
[She had left a bloody trail behind her. They were vulnerable here. They were exposed. So despite her wounds, the way movement makes blood well up in the large gash his hand hovers over... Hayame struggles to try and pull herself up, her eyepatch still askew and her clothing stained with dirt over the red. Her forelegs tremble with the shock beginning to set in, but despite that, despite all of it-]
Help me up.
[Her weight was too great to be supported by a human properly, but at least as a brace, an anchor--]