[Eichi can't very well focus on watching when he's putting this much energy into fixing it. It's strange; this is taking far more energy than anything else he's done. Even Gladio's slit throat had been easier than this. A single, clean cut versus all that Reaper has been through. By the time he's finished, there's no more warmth left in his fingertips. They're icy, and he can't push forward any more effort to the scars or parts that are left. This is the extent that he can help.
But it's something. It's something significant, actually, and as Eichi drops his hands away, he gives Reaper a tired little smile at that shocked look.]
So I could do something like that, after all...
[His tired voice is the first hint that his healing isn't some simple trick that doesn't cost him effort. But as soon as the last word trails off, his eyelids are too heavy and fall shut, and his body slumps forward and to the side, unconscious for the moment.]
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But it's something. It's something significant, actually, and as Eichi drops his hands away, he gives Reaper a tired little smile at that shocked look.]
So I could do something like that, after all...
[His tired voice is the first hint that his healing isn't some simple trick that doesn't cost him effort. But as soon as the last word trails off, his eyelids are too heavy and fall shut, and his body slumps forward and to the side, unconscious for the moment.]