[It takes a little bit for Eichi to come to, but he does eventually stir, blinking at the ceiling from the couch where he's lying. He knows better than to try and sit up immediately, but spotting Reaper in his peripheral gets him to turn his head.
He doesn't look very good at all, but he's conscious now!]
Did I fall unconscious just now? [Of all the things to say upon waking up, he chooses that.] I'm sorry about that, Reyes-san. But have you had a chance to look in a mirror?
...Unless you want to call what just happened a narcoleptic spell.
[To put it simply: you look like shit.
His eyes flicker a little in their still dark sockets when Eichi speaks. An unseen flicker of relief will let him lift his head--just a little--but then he absolutely scoffs at the others' question.]
It seems this pathetic body of mine still can't handle much of this healing. I've been doing my best to practice, but even then, I'm cut off before I can truly press myself to improve...
[It's unfair. Now, he shifts, trying to push himself to sit up with a shaky hand.] I want Reyes-san to see the result of my hard work, you know? A handsome face like yours doesn't deserve to be buried with those injuries. Now, it's more like you're hardened, you know?
[For someone who looks like he'd fall over if someone breathed too hard in his direction, he sure does talk a lot.]
You do something fucking crazy like that, and then come back and say 'you can't handle it?' I don't get the way your head works sometimes, kid.
[It's a gruff, rude response--it hides the fact that he's settling with the fact that the other didn't fucking kill himself over something like that.
He's looking down at his hands when Eichi brings up 'seeing the result' of his work, and he turns his hands over, as if to accentuate a point.]
Don't need to run to go grab a mirror when I can see the results here. [Because the others' healing didn't just affect his face--his hands, normally hidden by gloves due to the deteriorating skin and burning knuckles were... painfully normal looking. Save from looking paler than a normal person should, and still cold to the touch--the chunks of flesh and bits of bone that were missing or poking out were completely non-existent.]
I'll go grab a look once I make sure your heart isn't going to explode between now and the moment I walk off to find a mirror in this place.
Fufu, so you do have a kind heart, Reyes-san. That sort of thing is unmistakable, you know? No matter your methods or your opinions, your heart shines through in everything, an obnoxious light in attempted darkness that guides everyone closer. You can't blame me for being drawn in.
[His eyes have drifted closed again, for the moment, but he's smiling a little, so it's clear he's still conscious. Just very, very exhausted.]
Though I can never be as impressive as you, I still think we're alike in this way. It's why we get along, isn't it?
You keep talking about me like that and I'll leave your ass on this couch for your roommates to find.
[Because nothing irritates him more than others putting a label of 'kindness' on him. He does things that aren't always inherently evil for his own reasons thanks--he's not too soon to let people forget he's a murderer and a terrorist. Even someone who's a civilian like Eichi.]
You start getting soft on people like me and people will start questioning your own moral ambiguity, you know. [A soft snort as he looks the other over, unsurprised fully that the guy looks like he's going to fall asleep where he's sitting.]
You may say that, but my morals don't generally come into question, even with all that I've done. I get the feeling that even you look at me and think that I must be some type of innocent bystander in everything, since I don't actually pick up a gun and use it. However, I've always been the type of person who would kill anyone if it meant getting my way that I believe is right.
[Still talking about idol activities, and yet he's so serious.] I'd like to retaliate myself, you know. That "Dodger" is the type of person I really hate, who blatantly relies on others to get his information without offering anything of worth in exchange. Someone who would kick someone while they're coughing on the ground... It's a different sort of cruelty, isn't it?
But I'm at a loss. Reputation doesn't seem to be something that matters to him. The most I could do is try to cut him off from you as much as possible and feel satisfied in that, but any responsibility tied to me would send me straight to my grave, don't you think?
[So, it's becoming increasingly clear that Eichi is low on oxygen or something from how he keeps tiredly babbling, but it's also just... his way of opening up. He's not sure if Reaper will understand that just like he doesn't like being called kind, Eichi doesn't like being called soft or implied as anything close to what he believes he isn't... But no one has really been able to understand his way of speaking since Keito. Tsumugi follows along, of course, but he's just trying to please. It's not the same at all.]
You don't need to be sent to an early grave. Your time is already painfully close, it'd be a fucking waste for you to tip over the edge into hell before what little time is already up.
[Because Reaper really can't let go of the fact that Eichi is someone who he can tell has a weak constitution--he'll use it as an excuse, for now as to why he sees no point in the idol dying from Dodger and his bullshit reasons for attacking the kid.]
So don't do anything that'll get you into any more trouble. Last thing I need is to find Dodger standing over your corpse, because I really don't feel like getting my clothes dirty with whatever the hell is swirling around in his blood.
[Subtle, Reaper.]
Stop chattering, you're going to make yourself pass out.
It makes me happy to hear you worry over me like that, Reyes-san.
[ He definitely is feeling that that last line may not be far off, though. He sighs, trying to curl his fingers into his own palms and only barely managing. Did he really use that much energy? It went so fast, so easily... ]
Despite everything, I've found meaning for this life of mine, as ephemeral as it may be. I don't want to die. So... despite the fact that I hate hospitals, I may need you to take me to one anyway. This is particularly bad.
[Kid, you're going to be the death of him. And the death of yourself. His hand moves up to drag down his face with some measure of irritation--or something very close to it--before getting up again to walk over to the couch where Eichi is sitting.]
Didn't I already tell you to stop saying shit like that.
I'm not worried.
[And yet, he's offering out that now ungloved hand out to the sickly kid, to help him up.]
You should have said this ten minutes ago instead of chattering on. Sometimes I swear your poor heart doesn't deliver enough oxygen to your brain.
[Eichi watches that hand for a quiet moment before he reaches to take it, and his grip isn't much of a grip at all. His fingers are still ice cold.]
Even if you're not worried, you know, this is a hand I was scolded for trying to touch once before, so I'm still a little happy.
[And not that he'll say it aloud, but he's worried. He didn't think this would drain him this much, but now as he tries to focus his weight onto his feet, his legs wobble, and he's forced to lean heavily against Reaper to even stay standing at all. He's honestly trying to death grip this hand here, but his fingers don't have the strength.]
I thought this would pass quickly, you know? So I thought I would appreciate this moment. [But it's not passing, and he's worrying, and he really needs to have the doctors look at him and make sure it's not going to get worse or stay like this for too long.]
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He doesn't look very good at all, but he's conscious now!]
Did I fall unconscious just now? [Of all the things to say upon waking up, he chooses that.] I'm sorry about that, Reyes-san. But have you had a chance to look in a mirror?
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[To put it simply: you look like shit.
His eyes flicker a little in their still dark sockets when Eichi speaks. An unseen flicker of relief will let him lift his head--just a little--but then he absolutely scoffs at the others' question.]
Now's not the time to check your appearance.
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[It's unfair. Now, he shifts, trying to push himself to sit up with a shaky hand.] I want Reyes-san to see the result of my hard work, you know? A handsome face like yours doesn't deserve to be buried with those injuries. Now, it's more like you're hardened, you know?
[For someone who looks like he'd fall over if someone breathed too hard in his direction, he sure does talk a lot.]
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[It's a gruff, rude response--it hides the fact that he's settling with the fact that the other didn't fucking kill himself over something like that.
He's looking down at his hands when Eichi brings up 'seeing the result' of his work, and he turns his hands over, as if to accentuate a point.]
Don't need to run to go grab a mirror when I can see the results here. [Because the others' healing didn't just affect his face--his hands, normally hidden by gloves due to the deteriorating skin and burning knuckles were... painfully normal looking. Save from looking paler than a normal person should, and still cold to the touch--the chunks of flesh and bits of bone that were missing or poking out were completely non-existent.]
I'll go grab a look once I make sure your heart isn't going to explode between now and the moment I walk off to find a mirror in this place.
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[His eyes have drifted closed again, for the moment, but he's smiling a little, so it's clear he's still conscious. Just very, very exhausted.]
Though I can never be as impressive as you, I still think we're alike in this way. It's why we get along, isn't it?
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[Because nothing irritates him more than others putting a label of 'kindness' on him. He does things that aren't always inherently evil for his own reasons thanks--he's not too soon to let people forget he's a murderer and a terrorist. Even someone who's a civilian like Eichi.]
You start getting soft on people like me and people will start questioning your own moral ambiguity, you know. [A soft snort as he looks the other over, unsurprised fully that the guy looks like he's going to fall asleep where he's sitting.]
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[Still talking about idol activities, and yet he's so serious.] I'd like to retaliate myself, you know. That "Dodger" is the type of person I really hate, who blatantly relies on others to get his information without offering anything of worth in exchange. Someone who would kick someone while they're coughing on the ground... It's a different sort of cruelty, isn't it?
But I'm at a loss. Reputation doesn't seem to be something that matters to him. The most I could do is try to cut him off from you as much as possible and feel satisfied in that, but any responsibility tied to me would send me straight to my grave, don't you think?
[So, it's becoming increasingly clear that Eichi is low on oxygen or something from how he keeps tiredly babbling, but it's also just... his way of opening up. He's not sure if Reaper will understand that just like he doesn't like being called kind, Eichi doesn't like being called soft or implied as anything close to what he believes he isn't... But no one has really been able to understand his way of speaking since Keito. Tsumugi follows along, of course, but he's just trying to please. It's not the same at all.]
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[Because Reaper really can't let go of the fact that Eichi is someone who he can tell has a weak constitution--he'll use it as an excuse, for now as to why he sees no point in the idol dying from Dodger and his bullshit reasons for attacking the kid.]
So don't do anything that'll get you into any more trouble. Last thing I need is to find Dodger standing over your corpse, because I really don't feel like getting my clothes dirty with whatever the hell is swirling around in his blood.
[Subtle, Reaper.]
Stop chattering, you're going to make yourself pass out.
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[ He definitely is feeling that that last line may not be far off, though. He sighs, trying to curl his fingers into his own palms and only barely managing. Did he really use that much energy? It went so fast, so easily... ]
Despite everything, I've found meaning for this life of mine, as ephemeral as it may be. I don't want to die. So... despite the fact that I hate hospitals, I may need you to take me to one anyway. This is particularly bad.
[ Just casually says that... ]
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Didn't I already tell you to stop saying shit like that.
I'm not worried.
[And yet, he's offering out that now ungloved hand out to the sickly kid, to help him up.]
You should have said this ten minutes ago instead of chattering on. Sometimes I swear your poor heart doesn't deliver enough oxygen to your brain.
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Even if you're not worried, you know, this is a hand I was scolded for trying to touch once before, so I'm still a little happy.
[And not that he'll say it aloud, but he's worried. He didn't think this would drain him this much, but now as he tries to focus his weight onto his feet, his legs wobble, and he's forced to lean heavily against Reaper to even stay standing at all. He's honestly trying to death grip this hand here, but his fingers don't have the strength.]
I thought this would pass quickly, you know? So I thought I would appreciate this moment. [But it's not passing, and he's worrying, and he really needs to have the doctors look at him and make sure it's not going to get worse or stay like this for too long.]