[ The wings and feathers rustle, a few smaller ones flapping as he touches them and thanks them for keeping her safe. There are only wings left of the plants that decided to save her, no other limbs or features, but they can still somehow react and protect their little broken seedling.
It's a lot friendlier than a glass tube of pain, and a lot more deadly.
Tessla smiles - or at least she tries, but her mouth is a horror and she hides it even from herself under more wings. ]
They can carry me. Us. For the pieces. But it hurts so much to move, V̻͖̩̊̏͑̚͠ͅa̠̳͂̍s̴̈̓ḩ̝͈̳̀̏͒̍̒̄.
[ She says, then coughs wetly. It's more than she's spoken in a long time. The screaming is different, then it isn't just her voice.
The cocoon's consciousness, the one in symbiosis with her own, gently push the pieces of her into the middle by Vash, as if they're offering him a gory puzzle. At least that seems like an answer. A prayer. ]
SAVE H̥ͪ̂͛͆͜E̫͒͒̽ͦ̈͘Ṟ̔̉ L̖̝̭̟̮̩ͤ̌ͮͮ̑Ì̴̥̲͙̭͎̎ͮͥT̷͆̔ͫ́̑̍T͇͚̠͖L̠ͮͣ̈̽̃E͑ͨ ̜̳̤̝͖͂͗͑̉̓B͙̩͈̘͓̬̜̽ͦR̩̠̹͛̈́ͤ̽̾ͩ͐Ŏ̴̽̋T̴͈̼͔͚̫̟ͦ̐ͣ̄ͣ̾̚H̷͓̠̄͗E̫͇̙͙̗̫͆̏̃̒̇̏̂R̡̽͌̿̆̚
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It's a lot friendlier than a glass tube of pain, and a lot more deadly.
Tessla smiles - or at least she tries, but her mouth is a horror and she hides it even from herself under more wings. ]
They can carry me. Us. For the pieces. But it hurts so much to move, V̻͖̩̊̏͑̚͠ͅa̠̳͂̍s̴̈̓ḩ̝͈̳̀̏͒̍̒̄.
[ She says, then coughs wetly. It's more than she's spoken in a long time. The screaming is different, then it isn't just her voice.
The cocoon's consciousness, the one in symbiosis with her own, gently push the pieces of her into the middle by Vash, as if they're offering him a gory puzzle. At least that seems like an answer. A prayer. ]
SAVE H̥ͪ̂͛͆͜E̫͒͒̽ͦ̈͘Ṟ̔̉
L̖̝̭̟̮̩ͤ̌ͮͮ̑Ì̴̥̲͙̭͎̎ͮͥT̷͆̔ͫ́̑̍T͇͚̠͖L̠ͮͣ̈̽̃E͑ͨ ̜̳̤̝͖͂͗͑̉̓B͙̩͈̘͓̬̜̽ͦR̩̠̹͛̈́ͤ̽̾ͩ͐Ŏ̴̽̋T̴͈̼͔͚̫̟ͦ̐ͣ̄ͣ̾̚H̷͓̠̄͗E̫͇̙͙̗̫͆̏̃̒̇̏̂R̡̽͌̿̆̚