Yuyo
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"Five feet, got it..." He muttered under his breath, trying to memorize it in the short time they had, although Belle had to be honest with himself, he had never been good at calculating distances, school hadn't exactly helped him in that regard, mainly due to the fact that 'school' had always been Lucian teaching him things in his own way, and, as much as he tried, his older brother was far from being a genius. He couldn't blame him, working raising him, dealing with... Whatever he dealt with when he wasn't home.
Why was even thinking of Lucian at this point? It wouldn't exactly help him, at least he didn't think it would, maybe it was simply those milliseconds, that minimal amount of time when he thought he was done for, that he thought of those bright green eyes, looking back at him without judgement.
With a weak push from his arms, he managed to get up and took a few steps back, just as she'd said, he slowly saw the changes reversing themselves. The paint crackled away with the rising radiation of his skin, cracking and peeling as it made way for his light-filled scars, his glow returning, along with his constant headache and dizziness. Just when he thought he was getting healthier, he was back to his old self, sick, frail, but at the very least, alive.
It felt wrong to leave Eli behind given the mess outside, but staying meant being an obstacle, he should simply do what she said, and so, he did. With a gentle arm, he helped one of the nearby wounded up, his light working slowly on their bruises, he couldn't afford using up all his light in case he needed it later, but at the very least he hoped to relieve their pain, that's what he was here for, if this was a videogame, he was, essentially a support unit, which on one hand made him feel slightly more confident on his importance, but in the other, he wondered if he would be targeted if they somehow found out he was useful- He was sure they wouldn't notice him however, right? The walking, talking glowstick was very stealthy.
"I promise to come back to cover your back-" With a steady pace, he guided the others along, keeping one hand forward, ready to deal with anything that might come along from the front, sure, that was unlikely, but he wasn't willing to take any chances.
Why was even thinking of Lucian at this point? It wouldn't exactly help him, at least he didn't think it would, maybe it was simply those milliseconds, that minimal amount of time when he thought he was done for, that he thought of those bright green eyes, looking back at him without judgement.
With a weak push from his arms, he managed to get up and took a few steps back, just as she'd said, he slowly saw the changes reversing themselves. The paint crackled away with the rising radiation of his skin, cracking and peeling as it made way for his light-filled scars, his glow returning, along with his constant headache and dizziness. Just when he thought he was getting healthier, he was back to his old self, sick, frail, but at the very least, alive.
It felt wrong to leave Eli behind given the mess outside, but staying meant being an obstacle, he should simply do what she said, and so, he did. With a gentle arm, he helped one of the nearby wounded up, his light working slowly on their bruises, he couldn't afford using up all his light in case he needed it later, but at the very least he hoped to relieve their pain, that's what he was here for, if this was a videogame, he was, essentially a support unit, which on one hand made him feel slightly more confident on his importance, but in the other, he wondered if he would be targeted if they somehow found out he was useful- He was sure they wouldn't notice him however, right? The walking, talking glowstick was very stealthy.
"I promise to come back to cover your back-" With a steady pace, he guided the others along, keeping one hand forward, ready to deal with anything that might come along from the front, sure, that was unlikely, but he wasn't willing to take any chances.
