"I think the venomshank was the easiest compared to everything we've been through so far...I mean we didn't have to go to war to get that one, or overthrow a monarch...or kill a God...or kill our emotions..."
“ We should beat him up together when we eventually track him down . ”
❯❯ They hum, tugging a bit tighter on one of the bandages as they wrapped it around Salem’s torso.
“ Alright . ”
❯❯ They’d start to retreat his wounds, carefully binding gauze and bandages—though, every now and then, Blade sprinkled in some affection. They weren’t too sure how to be reassuring.
“ … thank you for telling me . Even if it was … /really/ , really late . ”
"I uh. I dont know it...I think i forgot it after everything...yknow...rewound on me...sorry. I um. I dont mind salem though...it's like im taking something back from them when I use it...heh..."
"Salems not even my name...just what people called me...'child of salem'"
[He looked away from blade for a moment, before looking back]
"...I should've told you...before I did something so stupid...."
❯❯ Blade froze. They didn’t say much else, selecting their next spoken thought /very/ carefully. Clearly they had a lack of context.
“ … Christ , Salem .
Sorry . That’s … well , you know it’s awful . You’ve lived through it . My condolences . ”
[Silence...then the sound of pencil on paper]
"They killed my parents, blade. They burned my home down, threw me out. Its not like I haven't killed anyone before. I killed the king, I helped kill trotter..."
[Red tendrils were spreading beneath his skin...]
❯❯ They paused, blinking a couple of times. After a while, they exhaled slowly—expression a mix of frustration and pure fondness.
“ You … okay , yeah that . That was stupid . Don’t do that again . ”
[His hand frozen as he went to write. His pen hung over the page for what felt like an eternity to him before he placed it back on the paper, writing]
"...I attacked a town...that took things from me..."
“ And that was ? ”
❯❯ They briefly left, grabbing a cloth they dampened. When they returned, they peeled away the remaining bandages, gently rinsing—cleaning.
[He winced slightly as the bandages came off, writing in his book again. He scribbled out what he was writing before turning the book around]
"I did something stupid."
“ Wh — don’t be . Don’t apologize , just … hold still . Okay ? ”
❯❯ Blade carefully began to peel off the old bandages, discarding them on the floor. They’d clean up later.
“ Let me help you . ”
❯❯ They smiled, giving him a small peck on the forehead before continuing.
[He took off his jacket, then his shirt. His chest was covered in bandages, all old and bloodied. He reached down to the table, picking up his notebook and flipping to an empty page]
[Scribble scribble...]
"Need help changing them. Sorry."
[He turned to face blade, picking up the bag and pulling out a roll of bandages]
[He didn't have his notebook to hand, so he had to hope this would communicate it well enough]
❯❯ In rushed Blade, closing the door behind them as they B-lined towards Salem.
“ Okay , hey hey hey — wh - what’s … what’s up ? ”
❯❯ They rested their hands on their knees, nearly collapsing while they caught their breath.