[Cu's reply is relieved, scared, and apologetic all at once. That's a lot of blood. Those are a lot of wounds. He didn't have the foresight to grab any first aid before he took off, but... but he's helping somehow, right? Diarmuid's been through this shit, right?]
[He's been through a lot of shit. Pain beyond this? Yes. But it's not the raw pain that's getting him so much as the knowledge that these are life-threatening injuries. It's that he's terrified of having to watch the world slip away, and sure that it's going to. That just makes everything worse, and learning to tolerate doesn't mean he doesn't feel it as keenly as anyone else.
His left arm works well enough to allow him to grip Cu's wrist, but he doesn't have the strength to stop him from moving that hand if he will. Still, his nails dig in and the sound his makes when he squirms is a low, tortured thing.]
Stop-- Let me--
[But suddenly, the smell of Cu's tobacco cuts the blur, and he finally opens his eyes enough to focus.]
[He looks surprised at that, not sure hot to process it. He's been so wrapped up all his old issues today that somehow it seemed odd that Cu would try hard and show up. But he'd hoped he would, hadn't he? Because he knows now how much of Diarmuid's pain comes from loneliness.
That makes him really happy. But he's also pretty sure it won't save him at this point.]
[It's certainly not something a little first aid with no equipment will fix. He needs serious medical attention or he'll really die. But that's okay. This is what he wanted.
Even though he can't keep the fear out of his voice or expression.]
Did you know, I... I'm not hallucinating anything. Isn't that kind of scary?
[TRYING.... PRETTY DAMN HARD NOT TO LOOK TOO WORRIED. HERE LET'S TRY TO PICK YOU UP DIARMUID WE'LL JUST FIND A PLACE TO GET YOU TAKEN CARE OF IT'LL BE OKAY, YEAH TOTALLY...]
[He's starting to get drowsy, so he gets his better arm around Cu's neck, just so he can hold on and press his face into him. Everything's wet with blood -- somehow it's funny that Cu's still trying.]
[Ah, but that contact is nice... a little calming, maybe, but they're pretty far off from help, and Cu is trying to weigh the pros and cons of busting in on Kirei and forcing him to do something (like that would ever work) and fuck fuck fuck--]
[...yeah, there's really not much of a choice, is there? He can't think of any other place that's closer. He would rather not, of course, but when time and options are limited, he doesn't have much of a choice.
Diarmuid might know the church courtyard Cu heads towards. It's Kirei's.]
You don't have to go anywhere. It's fine. You can just let me go.
[Panic? Yes. He is even squirming to get out of Cu's arms all of a sudden, even though that reopens wounds and jars broken bones and general is a bad bad idea.]
[Fortunately for Cu, D is already halfway gone. Moving around just makes things worse, and the pain is nearly overwhelming, so soon enough he's just coughing blood and breathing in sharp, wet gasps in between. He's definitely hysterical, but he doesn't have the strength to do much.]
Because y-you'll die someday- and I-- I'll lose it... A-And I'll probably hurt people. So it's-- I have to die first!
[Cu doesn't know what to say - hell, he's not sure what's worth saying, because he thinks all that is a bunch of bullshit. So rather than arguing and saying something he'll regret, he does his best to drag Diarmuid into the chapel, and Kirei he swears to god you creepy piece of shit, you better be in]
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[Cu's reply is relieved, scared, and apologetic all at once. That's a lot of blood. Those are a lot of wounds. He didn't have the foresight to grab any first aid before he took off, but... but he's helping somehow, right? Diarmuid's been through this shit, right?]
Just bear with it for a bit more...
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His left arm works well enough to allow him to grip Cu's wrist, but he doesn't have the strength to stop him from moving that hand if he will. Still, his nails dig in and the sound his makes when he squirms is a low, tortured thing.]
Stop-- Let me--
[But suddenly, the smell of Cu's tobacco cuts the blur, and he finally opens his eyes enough to focus.]
...Cu?
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[Man, there's a lot of blood. Like a whole lot. And as that feeling of hope subsides, Cu realizes he's scared.]
Sorry it didn't do you more good - I was real focused, finding you.
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[He looks surprised at that, not sure hot to process it. He's been so wrapped up all his old issues today that somehow it seemed odd that Cu would try hard and show up. But he'd hoped he would, hadn't he? Because he knows now how much of Diarmuid's pain comes from loneliness.
That makes him really happy. But he's also pretty sure it won't save him at this point.]
But... You're too late.
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[panic? Mild panic. Oh god. What do?]
Can you get up?
[A pause]
...er, probably not, so...
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[It's certainly not something a little first aid with no equipment will fix. He needs serious medical attention or he'll really die. But that's okay. This is what he wanted.
Even though he can't keep the fear out of his voice or expression.]
Did you know, I... I'm not hallucinating anything. Isn't that kind of scary?
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[TRYING.... PRETTY DAMN HARD NOT TO LOOK TOO WORRIED. HERE LET'S TRY TO PICK YOU UP DIARMUID WE'LL JUST FIND A PLACE TO GET YOU TAKEN CARE OF IT'LL BE OKAY, YEAH TOTALLY...]
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Because... Everything's fading. It's over, so there's nothing left to be afraid of.
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[Still, he steps lightly and tries not to jostle Diarmuid too much]
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[He's starting to get drowsy, so he gets his better arm around Cu's neck, just so he can hold on and press his face into him. Everything's wet with blood -- somehow it's funny that Cu's still trying.]
You'll be okay...
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[Ah, but that contact is nice... a little calming, maybe, but they're pretty far off from help, and Cu is trying to weigh the pros and cons of busting in on Kirei and forcing him to do something (like that would ever work) and fuck fuck fuck--]
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[deep breaths Cu. Just keep composed and this'll work out, right?]
...we didn't have enough time.
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[he is sounding very sleepy at this point]
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[Ugh, it sounds stupid, but it's true, isn't it? As far as Cu's concerned, they still haven't made up for all that lost time.]
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[...yeah, there's really not much of a choice, is there? He can't think of any other place that's closer. He would rather not, of course, but when time and options are limited, he doesn't have much of a choice.
Diarmuid might know the church courtyard Cu heads towards. It's Kirei's.]
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...Don't.
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[Panic? Yes. He is even squirming to get out of Cu's arms all of a sudden, even though that reopens wounds and jars broken bones and general is a bad bad idea.]
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No! You don't get it! It's fine, I wanted to die!
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Why the hell would you want that?!
[...what about Cu?]
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[Fortunately for Cu, D is already halfway gone. Moving around just makes things worse, and the pain is nearly overwhelming, so soon enough he's just coughing blood and breathing in sharp, wet gasps in between. He's definitely hysterical, but he doesn't have the strength to do much.]
Because y-you'll die someday- and I-- I'll lose it... A-And I'll probably hurt people. So it's-- I have to die first!
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[Cu doesn't know what to say - hell, he's not sure what's worth saying, because he thinks all that is a bunch of bullshit. So rather than arguing and saying something he'll regret, he does his best to drag Diarmuid into the chapel, and Kirei he swears to god you creepy piece of shit, you better be in]
HEY! Get over here, you fake priest!
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