[ The comment about the sushi genuinely makes him laugh, strained as it is. The thought turns his stomach too. Especially knowing what their own powers could potentially do – ones so inherent to their very senses of self, always with them, just as Akechi said – he can't fathom ever accepting a "power" granted by this place.
That said, though... ]
Ah, you know Venat, right?
[ He does as Akechi says, begins unbuttoning his shirt and immediately regrets it. Sitting still and quiet is fine, not comfortable but fine, but the moment he starts to move, it's misery. His shoulder aches horribly with even that slight motion.
He pushes through it, undoes the shirt as he speaks, fingers shaking on the buttons. ]
She has inherent healing powers. And... Quite a lot more than that, if I'm understanding her tales correctly, but it's the healing that I have experience with. I might ask her to assist again.
[ Might. If he can work up the nerve. And if they make it out of this place.
No, they will. Maruki knows they will. Won't accept any reality but one in which they succeed in their goal. But it's going to be significantly more difficult now, with even this movement painful for him and Akechi's persona running on fumes. They don't know where they're going, have only been able to guess and mostly spent their days chasing their way to safety instead.
Maruki slips the shirt off, breathes. He bundles it in his hands, stares down at it. The back is in tatters, covered in blood. His own. He's never seen so much of it. Such a visceral, humbling, human thing.
He tosses it aside. A lost cause indeed.
The bandages will help. He'll sleep on his stomach. They'll rest as long as they can, rework their strategy, carry on. They must. ]
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That said, though... ]
Ah, you know Venat, right?
[ He does as Akechi says, begins unbuttoning his shirt and immediately regrets it. Sitting still and quiet is fine, not comfortable but fine, but the moment he starts to move, it's misery. His shoulder aches horribly with even that slight motion.
He pushes through it, undoes the shirt as he speaks, fingers shaking on the buttons. ]
She has inherent healing powers. And... Quite a lot more than that, if I'm understanding her tales correctly, but it's the healing that I have experience with. I might ask her to assist again.
[ Might. If he can work up the nerve. And if they make it out of this place.
No, they will. Maruki knows they will. Won't accept any reality but one in which they succeed in their goal. But it's going to be significantly more difficult now, with even this movement painful for him and Akechi's persona running on fumes. They don't know where they're going, have only been able to guess and mostly spent their days chasing their way to safety instead.
Maruki slips the shirt off, breathes. He bundles it in his hands, stares down at it. The back is in tatters, covered in blood. His own. He's never seen so much of it. Such a visceral, humbling, human thing.
He tosses it aside. A lost cause indeed.
The bandages will help. He'll sleep on his stomach. They'll rest as long as they can, rework their strategy, carry on. They must. ]