[ The words penetrate his mind more easily now, delayed by pain moreso than any lingering fog. He winces again, breathing heavily as he experimentally curls toes that are nearly human, some extra ligament flexing and burning as he does.
Not unafraid. Well, he cannot argue that logic, he supposes. He is turning back to a man, and it's true he's never mad an intentional attack, not in his life, not outside the battlefield. ]
I'll turn again [ He grunts through the pain, trying to read Olivine's face. He's poor at reading people even on the best of days. Is this man naive? A collector or a researcher? Arrogant in his own ability to deal with monsters? ]
It doesn't matter...that I never intended harm... [ His had falls back again, eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. He feels feverish and heavy, only half-aware he's speaking outloud. But he does feel, more or less, like himself, and that's enough relief to make him wish to weep. ]
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Not unafraid. Well, he cannot argue that logic, he supposes. He is turning back to a man, and it's true he's never mad an intentional attack, not in his life, not outside the battlefield. ]
I'll turn again [ He grunts through the pain, trying to read Olivine's face. He's poor at reading people even on the best of days. Is this man naive? A collector or a researcher? Arrogant in his own ability to deal with monsters? ]
It doesn't matter...that I never intended harm... [ His had falls back again, eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. He feels feverish and heavy, only half-aware he's speaking outloud. But he does feel, more or less, like himself, and that's enough relief to make him wish to weep. ]