"What happened here?" Iyun is immediately providing medical assistance, checking if he's concussed.
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Sergei sees her coming in the infirmary mirror. His eyes narrow as his lips curl in a bitter sneer. An owl spots a meager mouse.
What happened here was yet another brutality, another leech mouth slurping away at his psyche, another slide down the shit-spiral that has been Dragunov's life since the day he was born. What happened here is another nudge toward the brink of losing his goddamn fucking mind.
As she comes closer, his hands ball into fists.
The stones are gone. All of them. The cavern looks like nothing unusual had ever been there at all. But he knows -- he was there, he saw them with his own two eyes. A victory was yanked from his grasp, all he has to show for it is spittle on his face, and yes, he is concussed, thank you the fuck much! It should have been easy! It should have been his!
Everything has gone wrong since the fucking tag tour. Fury's bleeding heart, the business in Vegas, dying -- blow after blow after blow after blow and there is no relent in sight. He is a cosmic punching bag and if he doesn't swing back he is going to explode.
When she goes to touch him, Dragunov grabs her arm and squeezes until his bicep bulges and her bones grind together. Iyun. A spineless jelly who could barely move without being coddled -- why was she here? To waste his time and spout inane delusions--
He should pack her up and send her back to whatever pit didn't even want her in the first place. One less thorn in his side digging deeper with Every. Single. Blow.
Sergei drags her close, lets his hot breath wash over her face.
Tossing her away like trash -- the medics did tell him he was ready for light activity -- Dragunov returns to his reflection and the scars on his face that have not bled in years.
If he ever sees the sunburst woman and the thing it followed again, they are dead.
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