It has a menacing undercurrent to it. Whoever had caused this had better not be there when he turned up, or there'd be even more blood in the sand.
Ask the other sisters, gently, if they might enshroud her til I arrive. Dull her pain, but do not remove it entirely, it will be too easy for a mind to let go without something to ground with.
Knives doesn't fly anymore, he doesn't have the energy to spare. But what he does have is a terrible, bloodthirsty reputation, and a town with a working vehicle in it.
Or well, the town ... had a working vehicle in it. And one less gun now as well. He misses it at first, the addition of files, of parts and the horror that came with it, his focus elsewhere.
Nerve cells are not clever, convince them that what she's feeling is not real and transpose your own sensations over hers. Whatever aches you endure will be a lesser thing than her own. Imagine it as ... layering one drawing over another, perhaps. We will need aid of the others there to heal her safely, if they are willing.
Safely. There was no 'safely' for anyone who spent too much power healing another, but he could guess there were a plant or two in that tumble of feathers, and a burden shared was one that would be less dangerous. He'd asked only one plant to bear the brunt of that, and she hadn't made it another decade afterward to his regret. And then burning out nearly all of his own power to do it again later.. But ... why would Vash call what looked to be a mutilated young Independent, an older--
(back then, when we read the files)
Tessla.
From the south, some distant sense of wrath rises. Not the screaming rage that had led Vash to Tessla to begin with, not the pain and fury of the moment. This is old, bitter and smoldering, like banked coals stirred to new sparks of flame long after the original fire had gone out. It doesn't enter into the sound of the distant echo of his mind's voice, which is the terribly precise calm of careful control, but there's no mistaking its source regardless.
You must keep her awake above all else. If she does not, she may not wake again.
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It has a menacing undercurrent to it. Whoever had caused this had better not be there when he turned up, or there'd be even more blood in the sand.
Ask the other sisters, gently, if they might enshroud her til I arrive. Dull her pain, but do not remove it entirely, it will be too easy for a mind to let go without something to ground with.
Knives doesn't fly anymore, he doesn't have the energy to spare. But what he does have is a terrible, bloodthirsty reputation, and a town with a working vehicle in it.
Or well, the town ... had a working vehicle in it. And one less gun now as well. He misses it at first, the addition of files, of parts and the horror that came with it, his focus elsewhere.
Nerve cells are not clever, convince them that what she's feeling is not real and transpose your own sensations over hers. Whatever aches you endure will be a lesser thing than her own. Imagine it as ... layering one drawing over another, perhaps. We will need aid of the others there to heal her safely, if they are willing.
Safely. There was no 'safely' for anyone who spent too much power healing another, but he could guess there were a plant or two in that tumble of feathers, and a burden shared was one that would be less dangerous. He'd asked only one plant to bear the brunt of that, and she hadn't made it another decade afterward to his regret. And then burning out nearly all of his own power to do it again later.. But ... why would Vash call what looked to be a mutilated young Independent, an older--
(back then, when we read the files)
Tessla.
From the south, some distant sense of wrath rises. Not the screaming rage that had led Vash to Tessla to begin with, not the pain and fury of the moment. This is old, bitter and smoldering, like banked coals stirred to new sparks of flame long after the original fire had gone out. It doesn't enter into the sound of the distant echo of his mind's voice, which is the terribly precise calm of careful control, but there's no mistaking its source regardless.
You must keep her awake above all else. If she does not, she may not wake again.