[Kaworu doesn't really answer, he's pale and sweaty and just.... throwing up into a bowl that's been given to him. His right eye and arm are bandaged. He just looks at Richie eyes wide and freakish against his ashen face. How does he even begin to explain.]
He'd get up to help but his foot's likely in traction, broken ankle in a cast. The slice over his face is bandaged too, though it probably makes him look a bit of a horror: it cuts from the left side of his forehead to the right side of his chin.]
...Kaworu.
[Said as if to assure himself of it. Richie wets his lips and tries again.]
And — for a brief moment, there's a vision of an enormous, monstrous spider. In its body are forms of several different people, naked, screaming and sneering, swiping out with their arms. Anders is one of them. As is Claude, as is Yves, as is Neverah.
The dream vision wipes clear.
Richie's eyes flick to his forehead. Doesn't have the mark, though.]
[DON'T INFLICT THAT ON A BABY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.
Cool, well, first he throws up again for the nth time. As he coughs up the black bile, there's a vision. Of a demon staring down Anders who appears much younger than he is, only a few years older than Kaworu, as he tries to escape it grabs him and tears into him.]
Anyway observes this with horror and dismay. Also feeling a little like he needs a barf bucket. Richie refrains though, only swallowing back the bile and feeling a ragged tug in his worn throat.]
I'm sorry.
[For the dreamshare. For his torture, his upset stomach. For bothering him at all.]
[LISTEN sometimes you just have this dusty slang kicking around...]
You mean how they stick by you?
[It makes him wonder exactly what the hell was going on in his life before this. He's got inklings, but nothing solid on the who's, what,s, where's, and why's.]
I wouldn't say you have an obligation to repay every kind gesture as they come. It's more...well, if you see your chance to do the same for them, then go help them out. Be there for them too when they're down and out. Or frankly, just keep them company. Isn't that the reason we all get together in the first place?
...Right now though, I think the biggest favour you could do them is rest up and recover. [He smiles. Coughs a little, throat hoarse from all the drowning he's done in the last 48 hours.] Ain't no way you're fit for shit while you're throwing up last week's dinner.
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How does he even begin to explain.]
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He'd get up to help but his foot's likely in traction, broken ankle in a cast. The slice over his face is bandaged too, though it probably makes him look a bit of a horror: it cuts from the left side of his forehead to the right side of his chin.]
...Kaworu.
[Said as if to assure himself of it. Richie wets his lips and tries again.]
Do you know where you were?
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[He actually doesn't know much more than that. But he knows that to be true.]
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And — for a brief moment, there's a vision of an enormous, monstrous spider. In its body are forms of several different people, naked, screaming and sneering, swiping out with their arms. Anders is one of them. As is Claude, as is Yves, as is Neverah.
The dream vision wipes clear.
Richie's eyes flick to his forehead. Doesn't have the mark, though.]
...I can't imagine that was much fun.
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Cool, well, first he throws up again for the nth time. As he coughs up the black bile, there's a vision. Of a demon staring down Anders who appears much younger than he is, only a few years older than Kaworu, as he tries to escape it grabs him and tears into him.]
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Anyway observes this with horror and dismay. Also feeling a little like he needs a barf bucket. Richie refrains though, only swallowing back the bile and feeling a ragged tug in his worn throat.]
I'm sorry.
[For the dreamshare. For his torture, his upset stomach. For bothering him at all.]
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He's not angry. He just wishes it weren't so.]
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It's all right. We take real beatings from it, but the things we see and do there...they ain't the real deal.
[Makes you feel better to say so, don't it Rich?]
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[Still, he can't shake the thought: "Everyone is better off without you. You saw it. You saw them happier."]
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[it's enough to make you sick. Sicker, with how the kid's been ralphing on repeat for god knows how long.]
That never has and never will be true.
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Anyway, he just stays there, curled up against Richie's side.]
Everyone gives so much to me. But I don't always know what to give back to them.
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You mean how they stick by you?
[It makes him wonder exactly what the hell was going on in his life before this. He's got inklings, but nothing solid on the who's, what,s, where's, and why's.]
I wouldn't say you have an obligation to repay every kind gesture as they come. It's more...well, if you see your chance to do the same for them, then go help them out. Be there for them too when they're down and out. Or frankly, just keep them company. Isn't that the reason we all get together in the first place?
...Right now though, I think the biggest favour you could do them is rest up and recover. [He smiles. Coughs a little, throat hoarse from all the drowning he's done in the last 48 hours.] Ain't no way you're fit for shit while you're throwing up last week's dinner.
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[But, leaning against Richie, thinking about what he's saying, and nodding a little.]
I want to be able to that. I'm just... I'm not very skilled at it. I can't always find the right words.
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