conductingresistance: (touching nothing's all i ever do)
Yuan Ka-Fai ([personal profile] conductingresistance) wrote in [personal profile] simulsimul 2016-11-10 10:09 am (UTC)

[Too deep, Yuan thinks, and he's only resigned at first-- this is nothing that can't be healed with a half-decent mage. Even Kratos could--]

[They have become too blasé about such wounds in their millennia, he realizes a few seconds later as Kratos buckles. The cruxis crystal that would grant him the resilience is still -- who knows where -- and Yuan is abruptly furious again. With himself; with Kratos, for overreaching; for every damned thing that led to this crossroads in the first place.]

[He steps forward, and catches Kratos against his shoulder, free arm coming up to hold him secure. Blood seeps into his clothes; Yuan really doesn't care. The air is still for a heartbeat.]

[Yuan turns his head, regarding the man crumpled against him sidelong. Quietly:]


Damn you, Kratos.

[Even only human again, even this many years later, Kratos is still making his life at least a hundred percent more difficult.]

[Yuan does not have time to contemplate this. A force field absorbs the first chakram thrown at him, and the water sharp as blades in its wake, but that won't hold, and now all of them -- the healer included -- are also furious. He could get the healer to-- no, Kratos is too gravely injured without any sort of exsphere, and she surely too young. Also, the rest of them would then continue trying to murder Yuan while Kratos bled out, which is unacceptable.]

[He parries Lloyd with some effort, swears, and leaps into the air. Kratos as a weight is nothing; the encumbrance he represents is more so.]


I still have need of Kratos.

[This is not a reassurance.]

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