[Yuan's irritable tone is so very ... Yuan, so familiar, so much of the past when they were doing good things for the best world they could manage -- Kratos huffs a half-laugh and it hurts; the tears in his eyes aren't just for the pain in his chest.]
Bleed out!? Dad!
[Kratos is vaguely aware that Lloyd has lunged their way, but it's getting harder to keep his eyes open. Yuan moving sends throbs of pain through him; that helps keep him somewhat cognizant. By the time Kratos manages to open his eyes again, their surroundings have changed to stone and clear, cool air. The glittering lavender of Yuan's wings are very nearly fascinating, especially with how Yuan strides through the base and leaves a trail behind him.
[How long until Mithos knows I'm here?
[Can't possibly be long, but it's all Kratos can do to keep himself conscious, his hands still gripping Yuan's shirt weakly, his cheek resting on Yuan's shoulder. He has no sense of time; it's both seconds and forever before Yuan shifts him off his shoulder to lay him out, and the most Kratos can manage is a tiny groan. Then he's laying flat, and everything still hurts, and he can't breathe, and the lavender tint Yuan's wings have left over his vision is replaced by healing blue.
[The first few inhales make him cough and choke, but the refresher tilts him upward just enough to ease the difficulty. From there on, Kratos slides in and out of consciousness, half expecting Mithos to be standing over him every time his eyes open; half forgetting that he isn't with the others any longer, and feeling confused when Lloyd isn't immediately nearby.
[Eventually, his bouts of consciousness get stronger, until he can feel the hardness of the bed under his back, and breathing is no longer such a trial. It's about then that the refresher shuts off and retracts, leaving Kratos blinking up at the brightly-lit ceiling. He stirs and hisses through his teeth at the dull throb of pain in his chest. Still wounded, but at least it isn't killing him anymore, and if he's not mistaken the perfume means that Yuan is still nearby -- though Kratos can't see him over the edge.
[A touch mumbled, his words come wafting up from inside the refresher.]
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Bleed out!? Dad!
[Kratos is vaguely aware that Lloyd has lunged their way, but it's getting harder to keep his eyes open. Yuan moving sends throbs of pain through him; that helps keep him somewhat cognizant. By the time Kratos manages to open his eyes again, their surroundings have changed to stone and clear, cool air. The glittering lavender of Yuan's wings are very nearly fascinating, especially with how Yuan strides through the base and leaves a trail behind him.
[How long until Mithos knows I'm here?
[Can't possibly be long, but it's all Kratos can do to keep himself conscious, his hands still gripping Yuan's shirt weakly, his cheek resting on Yuan's shoulder. He has no sense of time; it's both seconds and forever before Yuan shifts him off his shoulder to lay him out, and the most Kratos can manage is a tiny groan. Then he's laying flat, and everything still hurts, and he can't breathe, and the lavender tint Yuan's wings have left over his vision is replaced by healing blue.
[The first few inhales make him cough and choke, but the refresher tilts him upward just enough to ease the difficulty. From there on, Kratos slides in and out of consciousness, half expecting Mithos to be standing over him every time his eyes open; half forgetting that he isn't with the others any longer, and feeling confused when Lloyd isn't immediately nearby.
[Eventually, his bouts of consciousness get stronger, until he can feel the hardness of the bed under his back, and breathing is no longer such a trial. It's about then that the refresher shuts off and retracts, leaving Kratos blinking up at the brightly-lit ceiling. He stirs and hisses through his teeth at the dull throb of pain in his chest. Still wounded, but at least it isn't killing him anymore, and if he's not mistaken the perfume means that Yuan is still nearby -- though Kratos can't see him over the edge.
[A touch mumbled, his words come wafting up from inside the refresher.]
You need to work on your accuracy.