there's a small exhale, " i'm not careless and i won't be... but i also won't let someone else's carelessness get them killed... "
gaze moved to open and look up at them, " i was on the roof and i got motivation so... i painted the view. i wanted to give it to you. "
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⠀⠀⠀❝I’ll be the judge of that.❞ There’s a certain strictness in their voice、 unlike their usual leisure.
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The duelist crosses their arms and decides to placate themself for the timing. Mono recalls the other being an artist.
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⠀⠀⠀❝What painting?❞
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“ i’m not being careless, mono… i’m here, acting rationally, following orders and healing people. at least give me credit for that. ”
a small exhale, an arm moving to cover her eyes now, “ i made … i made a painting again finally… i want to give it to you. ”
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⠀⠀⠀❝That won’t happen if you don’t try to stress me out like he other duelists.❞ An exasperated sigh、 it may seemed amusing but Mono has been dealing with their impulsive teammates lately due to the attacks from Omega.
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whilst healing the reader, palms burning from the overuse of her powers. . . another shot echoed, it took her a few seconds to realize that the shot had hit her in the stomach, powers slowly flickering before disappearing.
a hand instantly applying pressure to the wound.
" i just . . . " there's a pause, eyes shutting now, " i don't want to die while you're angry at me... "
the words hurt to say, like she knew as much as she reassured them, there was a chance. a big chance that she'd die in this fight, " you mean so much to me... "
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⠀⠀⠀❝Everyone is different. You may have experience and power、 but that doesn’t mean there is another. The tides of war changes.❞ Now and then、 all they do is remember.
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⠀⠀⠀❝We will all die for something. We knew that the moment we all joined.❞
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— to die in front of hana. . . she knew what that did to a person, " hey. . . i'm not gone yet... we just have to call it in after you bandage me. and then you have to keep me awake. "
illari dealt with death, with injuries every day, it made sense she was so calm.
there's a loud hiss as the wound is cleaned, head falling back against the wall behind her as the stinging slowly faded back to the sharp pain, looking over at hand. her heart ached at those tears, illari had stopped being scared of death after that day but...
she didn't want —
her hands were shaking, moving quickly to search her mech and herself for a medkit; finding one inside of her small bag she quickly grabbed it and dumped the contents onto the floor, grabbing everything necessary with tears being fought back: she was scared.
whilst healing the reader, palms burning from the overuse of her powers. . . another shot echoed, it took her a few seconds to realize that the shot had hit her in the stomach, powers slowly flickering before disappearing.
a hand instantly applying pressure to the wound.
" would the agents have my skills? my training? " illari would inquire, raising an eyebrow at them, " have my amount of power? "
they were a prodigy, they both knew that, " is it worth losing everyone we love just to protect me? "
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⠀⠀⠀❝We had back up plans to recruit another agent in case this happens. If it was dire enough I would’ve came personally.❞
The duelist then glances away、 as if contemplating over their own words that were stuck in their throat.
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