[ heh, he snorts, even if he'd been so hungry since leaving their arrival point that he didn't care for the taste or bland seasoning. food was food when you were starving. he'd take the porridge over geckos.
but . . . serph is right. jayce could not bear to look at himself in the mirror with a bare chest. he could not bring himself to curve his neck and look inside of himself another time. all of this, from his accelerated death to a desperate attempt to save him—
it was not meant to be. there was no intention for any of it to be this way. it was a casualty. it was an accident. nothing more, nothing less. it helps his sleep stay silent. it helps him forget, sometimes, when the bandages are snug around his torso, that there were no barriers past his rib cage.
now, being needed? jayce thanks him with a steady bow of his head, regardless. the bow melds into a single shake. ]
I wasn't of much help before.
[ he was ill and deteriorating through most of it. he blasted a drifter he's pretty sure he sees around from time to time, and all they do is exchange these weird— glares. jayce doesn't know where to start with that (it should be an apology, but so much has happened he's barely had the mind for it). his mark was another story entirely though, and perhaps? it may be eating at him. ]
I don't even know where these changes start, and my . . . [ he gestures, ] condition begins.
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but . . . serph is right. jayce could not bear to look at himself in the mirror with a bare chest. he could not bring himself to curve his neck and look inside of himself another time. all of this, from his accelerated death to a desperate attempt to save him—
it was not meant to be. there was no intention for any of it to be this way. it was a casualty. it was an accident. nothing more, nothing less. it helps his sleep stay silent. it helps him forget, sometimes, when the bandages are snug around his torso, that there were no barriers past his rib cage.
now, being needed? jayce thanks him with a steady bow of his head, regardless. the bow melds into a single shake. ]
I wasn't of much help before.
[ he was ill and deteriorating through most of it. he blasted a drifter he's pretty sure he sees around from time to time, and all they do is exchange these weird— glares. jayce doesn't know where to start with that (it should be an apology, but so much has happened he's barely had the mind for it). his mark was another story entirely though, and perhaps? it may be eating at him. ]
I don't even know where these changes start, and my . . . [ he gestures, ] condition begins.
[ it all looks the same. fated, even. ]