[More urgent matters, wow. Come on, kid. Give him a little credit. He doesn't argue when Yusuke insists—no point in it, he knows the type. But he'd had to ask. Instead he laughs, once, without humor. A breathless and self-effacing thing. Grim and gallows in its delivery.]
Wish I could say I didn't know the feeling.
[His experience with this sort of thing mostly involves being left with no time for anything but leaving the remains behind to be Processed away for good. No time to spare for the bodies, for the sake of those still living. Not exactly the same situation, now. But...better to be here than not, he figures. And better the two of them than no one at all. They'll figure something out.]
Lets see...
[He catches up to Yusuke in a few deliberate steps and crouches down in front of the body, bracing himself against the ground with the Transistor propped up beside him—suppressing the little flip of vertigo that comes with recognition, the fresh twist of horror as the gore-streaked face resolves into a friend. (Time for that later, he knows, when this is done and Yusuke's been looked after and no one else is at any more risk of joining ol' Rich in the Country. He takes a good look and it hurts, sure as shit. But he breathes it in and buries it deep.) Still, without looking away—quietly angry, edged with incredulity—]
...the hell did they do to 'im?
[Why? Never seen anything like it. He exhales, and seems to notice something. Or...the lack of it. Frowns, for a few seconds, gone quiet. Then, absently—]
No Trace... [Is he disappointed, or not? Would it help, to be able to speak to him one last time? A weak warbling echo of his old self, before he slots away for good? Maybe he'd hoped, at least. for a few last words. To better understand what the hell had happened, here. Or...for Yusuke's sake, if nothing else.] Guess he's too far gone.
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Wish I could say I didn't know the feeling.
[His experience with this sort of thing mostly involves being left with no time for anything but leaving the remains behind to be Processed away for good. No time to spare for the bodies, for the sake of those still living. Not exactly the same situation, now. But...better to be here than not, he figures. And better the two of them than no one at all. They'll figure something out.]
Lets see...
[He catches up to Yusuke in a few deliberate steps and crouches down in front of the body, bracing himself against the ground with the Transistor propped up beside him—suppressing the little flip of vertigo that comes with recognition, the fresh twist of horror as the gore-streaked face resolves into a friend. (Time for that later, he knows, when this is done and Yusuke's been looked after and no one else is at any more risk of joining ol' Rich in the Country. He takes a good look and it hurts, sure as shit. But he breathes it in and buries it deep.) Still, without looking away—quietly angry, edged with incredulity—]
...the hell did they do to 'im?
[Why? Never seen anything like it. He exhales, and seems to notice something. Or...the lack of it. Frowns, for a few seconds, gone quiet. Then, absently—]
No Trace... [Is he disappointed, or not? Would it help, to be able to speak to him one last time? A weak warbling echo of his old self, before he slots away for good? Maybe he'd hoped, at least. for a few last words. To better understand what the hell had happened, here. Or...for Yusuke's sake, if nothing else.] Guess he's too far gone.