“I.. I— They— FEMA..— B-Blood... everyw-where.. They shot them.. P-Please, I don't want to be next..”
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0:00 - 0:45 “I fou-found this.. device.. on one of the personnel h-here.. H.. He's unconscious. I hope h-he isn't too hur-hurt..My memories are fu-fuzzy... All th-those tests might've fucked my mind up.. like.. like... [Shudders] I-I hate this.. I just— I just want to go home..”
0:45 - 1:06 “My.. My name is.. uhm.. [whispering] (What—What was my n..name..?).. I.. It's.. I don't.. I-Ilias.? I think.. [sigh]” 1:06 - 1:27 “[fuzzy] —I showed signs...? What does it mean..?— Wha-What do they mean?.. I-I-I've just been stressed.! I'm.. not— not them! I—I'm not one of them.. I— swear—! I'm not one of them! Please..! believe me..! I— [commotion, abrupt cut]”
[The rest of the voicemail is silence]
~~~ OOC !!
HII, this is @burntseafoam / @burnies-temporary-coven , the mod of this account !! I've been really wanting to make a ninah oc blog for a while, but never found time for it, but here it issss !!
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RP THINGS ↓
Frantic Evacuee generally speaks like “this”. The mod speaks like //this. [Actions are done like this] or [like this]
• "Voicemails" / lore posts are formatted like the one shown just above the cut.
(Save for the logs)
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CHARACTER INFO NOTES:
- The Frantic Evacuee / Ilias goes by any pronouns. That being said, I'll be using mismatched pronouns for them (i.e., “He reached up to touch their hair) on some occasions, but I'm more prone to using masc pronouns on her.
- Probably late-twenties to late-thirties.
- He was wearing a trashbag and a dead FEMA officer's pants. (any rps that happen after Dec 18, he isn't wearing this anymore.)
- She has congenital anonychia and lacks all their nails on his hands. (She has difficulty opening things and holding things due to it)
- Also, they've always had tremors, but it was further worsened by FEMA taking them in. The stuttering was a recent development from an unrelated incident, but appeared after escaping FEMA's quarantine zones.
- In-game, she's 90% of the time a visitor, but their signs start disappearing the longer he's in the house. (Basically, if they've been there for 3 days, they won't have any of the signs or have lost most of it)
- Also in-game, she doesn't kill unless he's been there for a while with their story progressing (Kinda like Cashier girl, iirc) or if certain dialogue options are chosen. (Might make a post abt this)
(She stared at them from a distance, like a cat. It felt foreign to say that name, after all the days, or months, they've haven't talked. They last interacted during that game of BS? Was it? She forgot, shrugging it off. She also took in his new appearance, such as the braid and the red sweater- which she apparently never noticed)
"n-nice look.. eh. eheh.."
[HII HEYYY HELLO :33]
-🌀 (@spiraling-thoughts-and-hope)
[Ilias looks over to her, dead eyes showing just a small glimmer of emotion—fondness, perhaps? It's hard to decipher. A small upright quirk of his lips suggested a smile as he approaches her.]
“Spi', it's nice to see you again.. It's been a while, no?”
[The smile shifts into a grin, glad to see the familiar face.]
“Thank you.. It's easier to move around with your hair tied up, I've figured.. How's existence been treatin' you?”
[They offer her an understanding look, things haven't been easy.]
“..Glad you're still here anyways.. and still "human", regardless..”
[He doesn't know whether to interpret her "losing humanity" as in she's turning into a visitor or if it's a psychological/moral thing.]
“I've been feeling.. restless. Ever since the voices stopped, I feel more irritable.. I don't think I'm all that safe to be around, even when I'm not "hungry".”
[They'd never forgive themself if he ever ends up hurting Spiral or someone close to her, it's one of the things that scare him.]
“Doesn't mean I don't miss talking to people or to you, though. It's nice talking to people.. after so long.”
”You're not that.. old. heh.. heeheh. well.. maybe we.. should.. find something to.. eat? I don't.. I don't want you starving to death or something.."
(She mumbled, glancing over Ilias' frame. Damn.. poor guy has been making food for other but barely for themself? Guess she wasn't the only one who was starving herself.)
(She stared at them from a distance, like a cat. It felt foreign to say that name, after all the days, or months, they've haven't talked. They last interacted during that game of BS? Was it? She forgot, shrugging it off. She also took in his new appearance, such as the braid and the red sweater- which she apparently never noticed)
"n-nice look.. eh. eheh.."
[HII HEYYY HELLO :33]
-🌀 (@spiraling-thoughts-and-hope)
[Ilias looks over to her, dead eyes showing just a small glimmer of emotion—fondness, perhaps? It's hard to decipher. A small upright quirk of his lips suggested a smile as he approaches her.]
“Spi', it's nice to see you again.. It's been a while, no?”
[The smile shifts into a grin, glad to see the familiar face.]
“Thank you.. It's easier to move around with your hair tied up, I've figured.. How's existence been treatin' you?”
[They offer her an understanding look, things haven't been easy.]
“..Glad you're still here anyways.. and still "human", regardless..”
[He doesn't know whether to interpret her "losing humanity" as in she's turning into a visitor or if it's a psychological/moral thing.]
“I've been feeling.. restless. Ever since the voices stopped, I feel more irritable.. I don't think I'm all that safe to be around, even when I'm not "hungry".”
[They'd never forgive themself if he ever ends up hurting Spiral or someone close to her, it's one of the things that scare him.]
“Doesn't mean I don't miss talking to people or to you, though. It's nice talking to people.. after so long.”
I haven't eaten anything other than dead decaying bodies in the past few weeks.
I don't know where they are but everything is so blurry whitout their guidance. »
Those were the thoughts haunting his head. Days had transformed into weeks, and Pyotr had locked himself up, isolating himself.
At this point, he was used to the hunger. His hair had grown a bit longer, falling in front of his eyes. He had a scar on his lips, from when he bit it to hard and slit the flesh with his canine.
His eyebags were redder than ever. If he wasn't dead before, then he might aswell be now. Nobody had heard much of him in weeks, and he hadn't heard of the one person that had stayed in his mind the whole time. Maybe they had forgotten about his lost soul.
Maybe they got bored of him too. Maybe he was too much.
The dark haired man was currently sitting outside of the house, it was the night. He was staring at the horizon, a bottle in one hand and his right arm keeping his legs close to his chest.
@i-cant-go-please lowkey tagging you because you know who should go talk to him
[So rude of them to make him realize that he was, in fact, no longer human and then disappear without even leaving him a single "goodbye". Though, maybe they can make up for it.]
[Ilias appears in the distance, walking with a visible limp whilst covered in dirt and blood. Though, they seemed almost tired with how sluggishly they moved, like they'd prefer just falling over and hoping Lady Death finally takes them. The bullet wound in their wound probably hasn't healed yet, even if it should've been healed over months ago.]
[Just karma, he guesses. His vision was blurry as he approaches the house, more and more of it coming into focus and the more relieved he felt. Pyotr sitting outside made him almost tempted to make a sprint for it.]
[This is an embarrassing state to be found in, but they were too tired and frustrated at Lady Death for just leaving them when she had called to care. They know there's not much they can do about her abandonment, and that only added to the frustration.]
[He moves a shaky hand to pry a bloodied hair strand away from his face to see better.]
“...Py..Pyotr.?”
[His voice was quiet, almost like his vocal chords were dried out.?
He didn't even notice Ilias at first. Lost in his thoughts, staring at this great nothing that was the city, far away from them. He realized someone was coming, but only recognized them when they spoke to him.
The dark haired one frowned, looking up at the visitor. They were dirty, and bloodied. At this point he wasn't truly sure if this was just a nightmare or if Ilias was real.
“.. Sorry.. I.. left you. I should've at least said something..”
[They stood before him, somewhat able to stand straight before ending up nearly stumbling to the ground. They settle down next to him, the pain in their leg numbing to a persistent yet dull throb.]
[A shaky sigh leaves them as they lean back, cracking and popping of joints audible as they did. The dirt wasn't a very comfortable substitute for a bed.]
“...I hope you.. don't blame me.. I th..thought I heard her.. it was...”
[They sound like an ass, just leaving him without a word, and then coming back to hope that he doesn't blame them? That's real ballsy.]
For a long instant, Pyotr stayed silent. Unable to let out one of the millions of thoughts racing through his mind. The world seemed to be slowed down, and his body felt heavy.
For once, the hunger seemed to have stopped. As if something more important was going on.
« you don't-.. y'don't owe me anything, y'know.. I'm not sure who's the girl but.. I hope I didn't do anything..
I'm thinkin' you didn't want me anymore.. whatever- »
He was slurring his words, as his body let itself down to lie down next to him. "Star" gazing, as if the sky was clear enough.
“..Lady Death.. I thought it.. was my time.. I really thought.... But she just disappeared, and I couldn't hear her anymore.”
[If she left so much earlier, they'd probably take it better, maybe be happy even. But they've grown used to her voice occasionally speaking up in the back of their head, now it's all quiet.]
“...Pyotr.. I'm sorry, you didn't do anything.. It wasn't my intention to.. make you.. feel unwanted..”
[They cautiously move a hand to place on top of his, to both show their point and reassure him that they were real. They'll just wash the blood off later. God, they didn't anticipate he'd take it this terribly.]
“..I figured it'd be more practical to keep my hair tied up in some way.”
[They didn't want to cut it off, not anymore, so braiding it up was the best option.]
[They look up at the sky, barely able to see anything but still staring. They know Danika was out there, they know it's probably still not safe for them to exist, they know they'll pay for their crimes.. But it wouldn't hurt to just calm down a bit.]
“I come back. My heart can try to stop, but I'll never really die.. "Dying" usually just hurts.”
[And coming back hurt just as bad, that's why they try not to die. They could feel everything and it was excruciating.]
[Their gaze travelled downwards to the ground, looking at the bloody trail they left. They internally hope it wouldn't attract anyone or anything tonight.]
“...I just, I thought I was meant to go.. irresponsibly decided to abandon everything, even if I knew I shouldn't..”
[They're just so tired of it all. Memories returning at random and reminding them of what they lost, and the one constant voice in his head deciding to get up and disappear... It was torture.]
“..I'm not mad, there's no reason for me to be mad at you...”
He nodded in silence, sighing lightly. His mind was blurry, but he could understand that Ilias seemed to be sincere.
The older man moved closer to them, and let his head rest against their side, staring at the ground.
« I missed you. Didn't talk to anybody since you disappeared.. I didn't want the kids to see me like that either.. »
Pyotr bit the inside of his cheek, letting his dark red tears roll down his cheeks, clearer, more wet and messy. His face was salty, like he had cried an ocean on it.
« Not a lot happening here.. I just.. hm- »
He shook his head, and pressed a hand against his mouth.
“..You going to puke?.. Have you eaten since I've left, or..?”
[They gently place a hand on his head, fingers lightly threading through his hair. They didn't really follow through with their promise to help him through being a visitor, and they feel guilty about that.]
“..Sorry you had to miss me.”
[They feel like they're apologizing too much, but then again, what much can he do at the moment?]
The dark haired man looked up at Ilias with glassy eyes, leaning into their hand. His pupils were blown wide, and he had a vacant look on his face.
He shook his head lightly.
« I mean I.. tried- nothing alive.. mostly dead burned people.. got me sick.. I just decided to stop.. I can't kill people Ilias, I'm sorry, I'm not strong enough.. »
He tilted his head to the side, trying to keep his gaze on the visitor. Pyotr wasn't angry or anything, just.. desperate.
[While they already ate, it wouldn't really be that big of a problem for him to help Pyotr get used to hunting. They don't really mind eating people anymore, as long as it isn't people he cares about.]
“We can even target FEMA to lessen the guilt.. But it's dangerous, they have guns..”
[They'd suggest even trying to hunt other visitors, but that's a bit of a messy option. They don't even know if it'll make him sicker or not.]
“.. They're only human, we could hunt for the ones alone since they're easier. Or the ones already hurt..”
[They just didn't want him to end up regretting who he kills when he loses control because of him suppressing or refusing to kill. Their thumb rubs gentle circles onto his skin, touch light as to not make the texture of dirt and drying blood uncomfortable for him.]
“But you'll have to kill to feed eventually. It's only going to get worse the longer you put it off.. I'd know.”
[Even when they were supposed to be roommates with Spiral and the others, Ilias never trusted themself to be around humans that much, especially not for that long, and stayed in the library.]
[They reel their thoughts in before they get too far ahead, it's not good to have your head in the clouds.]
“I could weaken them and you can finish them off, just so you can get used to it..”
[A rather morbid offer with good intentions, like a cat trying to teach its owner how to cat a mouse.]
[Just a few months ago, they never even thought of hurting other people, not ever for the reasons they do it currently. It almost makes their head spin just how different things are now.]
Pyotr thought for a moment. About the people he was probably going to use as mere food. About his hunger, his fear, the blood on his hands. And the whole time, he let Ilias gently stoker his skin, almost coaxing him into agreeing.
Those FEMA people were awful after all right? They had hurt Ilias. And so many others.
« ..Alright, I guess I'll.. yeah, just.. stay with me, Ilias. Please. I can't do this alone. Not whitout you.. »
He looked away, slightly pressing his cheek against the visitor's hand.
[Ilias's gaze softens and the corner of their lips turn up almost sweetly, they were happy he agreed. Their gaze drifts back to the horizon, seeing a few shadowy figures moving in the far distance—Though, they aren't sure if it's just a trick of the eye or if someone truly was there.]
“..I won't leave you, not again. Not now that you need me.”
[Was it weird they liked feeling needed? Maybe they just wanted to know they still mattered to someone, who knows.]
“We'll try hunting when you sober up, but for now.. You should clean up and rest. The sun's probably coming up soon anyway..”
[They still have to wash all the dirt off of themself afterall.]
The darked haired man leaned against them, his head on their shoulder. He sighed, trying to keep out of his mind the fact that he had to kill people again.
That he had to accept that he was now part of the monsters. What would the kids he met say?
« pfft I'm super-sober.. I'm never drunk, drunk is not in my.. blood ? Mmh. I'm too strong for drunk..ness- »
["He said he was drunk earlier", Ilias mentally recalls, but doesn't point it out. If they could, they'd carry him back inside the house, but their leg isn't willing to cooperate.]
[They take the bottle a little farther away from Pyotr, deciding he's had enough for the night.]
“Sure you are... How many bottles have you drank?”
(She stared at them from a distance, like a cat. It felt foreign to say that name, after all the days, or months, they've haven't talked. They last interacted during that game of BS? Was it? She forgot, shrugging it off. She also took in his new appearance, such as the braid and the red sweater- which she apparently never noticed)
"n-nice look.. eh. eheh.."
[HII HEYYY HELLO :33]
-🌀 (@spiraling-thoughts-and-hope)
[Ilias looks over to her, dead eyes showing just a small glimmer of emotion—fondness, perhaps? It's hard to decipher. A small upright quirk of his lips suggested a smile as he approaches her.]
“Spi', it's nice to see you again.. It's been a while, no?”
[The smile shifts into a grin, glad to see the familiar face.]
“Thank you.. It's easier to move around with your hair tied up, I've figured.. How's existence been treatin' you?”
[They offer her an understanding look, things haven't been easy.]
“..Glad you're still here anyways.. and still "human", regardless..”
[He doesn't know whether to interpret her "losing humanity" as in she's turning into a visitor or if it's a psychological/moral thing.]
“I've been feeling.. restless. Ever since the voices stopped, I feel more irritable.. I don't think I'm all that safe to be around, even when I'm not "hungry".”
[They'd never forgive themself if he ever ends up hurting Spiral or someone close to her, it's one of the things that scare him.]
“Doesn't mean I don't miss talking to people or to you, though. It's nice talking to people.. after so long.”
(She stared at them from a distance, like a cat. It felt foreign to say that name, after all the days, or months, they've haven't talked. They last interacted during that game of BS? Was it? She forgot, shrugging it off. She also took in his new appearance, such as the braid and the red sweater- which she apparently never noticed)
"n-nice look.. eh. eheh.."
[HII HEYYY HELLO :33]
-🌀 (@spiraling-thoughts-and-hope)
[Ilias looks over to her, dead eyes showing just a small glimmer of emotion—fondness, perhaps? It's hard to decipher. A small upright quirk of his lips suggested a smile as he approaches her.]
“Spi', it's nice to see you again.. It's been a while, no?”
[The smile shifts into a grin, glad to see the familiar face.]
“Thank you.. It's easier to move around with your hair tied up, I've figured.. How's existence been treatin' you?”
“I heard you were.. also adopted by Ms. Medici. I'm Ilias, just thought to introduce myself.”
[They approach, looming over the younger boy. Lifeless eyes peering into the other's, but they didn't seem to be hostile.]
“..Oh and have you heard the news yet?”
// HIHIHIIIIIIII wavewave NEW RP BLOG SPOTTED
→ He looks back at them, a little unnerved. She looks.. dead, he hears Kain mutter in the back of his mind. He blinks once he realizes he's been staring for too long.
• “ Oh, uh.. Yeah, she invited me to her wedding, but I haven't really bothered with being updated. Anything happen? ” •
[It feels weird to just say it that bluntly. Maybe it's easy for them to brush it off since they never really knew the guy that's personally, but still.]
I haven't eaten anything other than dead decaying bodies in the past few weeks.
I don't know where they are but everything is so blurry whitout their guidance. »
Those were the thoughts haunting his head. Days had transformed into weeks, and Pyotr had locked himself up, isolating himself.
At this point, he was used to the hunger. His hair had grown a bit longer, falling in front of his eyes. He had a scar on his lips, from when he bit it to hard and slit the flesh with his canine.
His eyebags were redder than ever. If he wasn't dead before, then he might aswell be now. Nobody had heard much of him in weeks, and he hadn't heard of the one person that had stayed in his mind the whole time. Maybe they had forgotten about his lost soul.
Maybe they got bored of him too. Maybe he was too much.
The dark haired man was currently sitting outside of the house, it was the night. He was staring at the horizon, a bottle in one hand and his right arm keeping his legs close to his chest.
@i-cant-go-please lowkey tagging you because you know who should go talk to him
[So rude of them to make him realize that he was, in fact, no longer human and then disappear without even leaving him a single "goodbye". Though, maybe they can make up for it.]
[Ilias appears in the distance, walking with a visible limp whilst covered in dirt and blood. Though, they seemed almost tired with how sluggishly they moved, like they'd prefer just falling over and hoping Lady Death finally takes them. The bullet wound in their wound probably hasn't healed yet, even if it should've been healed over months ago.]
[Just karma, he guesses. His vision was blurry as he approaches the house, more and more of it coming into focus and the more relieved he felt. Pyotr sitting outside made him almost tempted to make a sprint for it.]
[This is an embarrassing state to be found in, but they were too tired and frustrated at Lady Death for just leaving them when she had called to care. They know there's not much they can do about her abandonment, and that only added to the frustration.]
[He moves a shaky hand to pry a bloodied hair strand away from his face to see better.]
“...Py..Pyotr.?”
[His voice was quiet, almost like his vocal chords were dried out.?
He didn't even notice Ilias at first. Lost in his thoughts, staring at this great nothing that was the city, far away from them. He realized someone was coming, but only recognized them when they spoke to him.
The dark haired one frowned, looking up at the visitor. They were dirty, and bloodied. At this point he wasn't truly sure if this was just a nightmare or if Ilias was real.
“.. Sorry.. I.. left you. I should've at least said something..”
[They stood before him, somewhat able to stand straight before ending up nearly stumbling to the ground. They settle down next to him, the pain in their leg numbing to a persistent yet dull throb.]
[A shaky sigh leaves them as they lean back, cracking and popping of joints audible as they did. The dirt wasn't a very comfortable substitute for a bed.]
“...I hope you.. don't blame me.. I th..thought I heard her.. it was...”
[They sound like an ass, just leaving him without a word, and then coming back to hope that he doesn't blame them? That's real ballsy.]
For a long instant, Pyotr stayed silent. Unable to let out one of the millions of thoughts racing through his mind. The world seemed to be slowed down, and his body felt heavy.
For once, the hunger seemed to have stopped. As if something more important was going on.
« you don't-.. y'don't owe me anything, y'know.. I'm not sure who's the girl but.. I hope I didn't do anything..
I'm thinkin' you didn't want me anymore.. whatever- »
He was slurring his words, as his body let itself down to lie down next to him. "Star" gazing, as if the sky was clear enough.
“..Lady Death.. I thought it.. was my time.. I really thought.... But she just disappeared, and I couldn't hear her anymore.”
[If she left so much earlier, they'd probably take it better, maybe be happy even. But they've grown used to her voice occasionally speaking up in the back of their head, now it's all quiet.]
“...Pyotr.. I'm sorry, you didn't do anything.. It wasn't my intention to.. make you.. feel unwanted..”
[They cautiously move a hand to place on top of his, to both show their point and reassure him that they were real. They'll just wash the blood off later. God, they didn't anticipate he'd take it this terribly.]
“..I figured it'd be more practical to keep my hair tied up in some way.”
[They didn't want to cut it off, not anymore, so braiding it up was the best option.]
[They look up at the sky, barely able to see anything but still staring. They know Danika was out there, they know it's probably still not safe for them to exist, they know they'll pay for their crimes.. But it wouldn't hurt to just calm down a bit.]
“I come back. My heart can try to stop, but I'll never really die.. "Dying" usually just hurts.”
[And coming back hurt just as bad, that's why they try not to die. They could feel everything and it was excruciating.]
[Their gaze travelled downwards to the ground, looking at the bloody trail they left. They internally hope it wouldn't attract anyone or anything tonight.]
“...I just, I thought I was meant to go.. irresponsibly decided to abandon everything, even if I knew I shouldn't..”
[They're just so tired of it all. Memories returning at random and reminding them of what they lost, and the one constant voice in his head deciding to get up and disappear... It was torture.]
“..I'm not mad, there's no reason for me to be mad at you...”
He nodded in silence, sighing lightly. His mind was blurry, but he could understand that Ilias seemed to be sincere.
The older man moved closer to them, and let his head rest against their side, staring at the ground.
« I missed you. Didn't talk to anybody since you disappeared.. I didn't want the kids to see me like that either.. »
Pyotr bit the inside of his cheek, letting his dark red tears roll down his cheeks, clearer, more wet and messy. His face was salty, like he had cried an ocean on it.
« Not a lot happening here.. I just.. hm- »
He shook his head, and pressed a hand against his mouth.
“..You going to puke?.. Have you eaten since I've left, or..?”
[They gently place a hand on his head, fingers lightly threading through his hair. They didn't really follow through with their promise to help him through being a visitor, and they feel guilty about that.]
“..Sorry you had to miss me.”
[They feel like they're apologizing too much, but then again, what much can he do at the moment?]
The dark haired man looked up at Ilias with glassy eyes, leaning into their hand. His pupils were blown wide, and he had a vacant look on his face.
He shook his head lightly.
« I mean I.. tried- nothing alive.. mostly dead burned people.. got me sick.. I just decided to stop.. I can't kill people Ilias, I'm sorry, I'm not strong enough.. »
He tilted his head to the side, trying to keep his gaze on the visitor. Pyotr wasn't angry or anything, just.. desperate.
[While they already ate, it wouldn't really be that big of a problem for him to help Pyotr get used to hunting. They don't really mind eating people anymore, as long as it isn't people he cares about.]
“We can even target FEMA to lessen the guilt.. But it's dangerous, they have guns..”
[They'd suggest even trying to hunt other visitors, but that's a bit of a messy option. They don't even know if it'll make him sicker or not.]
“.. They're only human, we could hunt for the ones alone since they're easier. Or the ones already hurt..”
[They just didn't want him to end up regretting who he kills when he loses control because of him suppressing or refusing to kill. Their thumb rubs gentle circles onto his skin, touch light as to not make the texture of dirt and drying blood uncomfortable for him.]
“But you'll have to kill to feed eventually. It's only going to get worse the longer you put it off.. I'd know.”
[Even when they were supposed to be roommates with Spiral and the others, Ilias never trusted themself to be around humans that much, especially not for that long, and stayed in the library.]
[They reel their thoughts in before they get too far ahead, it's not good to have your head in the clouds.]
“I could weaken them and you can finish them off, just so you can get used to it..”
[A rather morbid offer with good intentions, like a cat trying to teach its owner how to cat a mouse.]
[Just a few months ago, they never even thought of hurting other people, not ever for the reasons they do it currently. It almost makes their head spin just how different things are now.]
Pyotr thought for a moment. About the people he was probably going to use as mere food. About his hunger, his fear, the blood on his hands. And the whole time, he let Ilias gently stoker his skin, almost coaxing him into agreeing.
Those FEMA people were awful after all right? They had hurt Ilias. And so many others.
« ..Alright, I guess I'll.. yeah, just.. stay with me, Ilias. Please. I can't do this alone. Not whitout you.. »
He looked away, slightly pressing his cheek against the visitor's hand.
[Ilias's gaze softens and the corner of their lips turn up almost sweetly, they were happy he agreed. Their gaze drifts back to the horizon, seeing a few shadowy figures moving in the far distance—Though, they aren't sure if it's just a trick of the eye or if someone truly was there.]
“..I won't leave you, not again. Not now that you need me.”
[Was it weird they liked feeling needed? Maybe they just wanted to know they still mattered to someone, who knows.]
“We'll try hunting when you sober up, but for now.. You should clean up and rest. The sun's probably coming up soon anyway..”
[They still have to wash all the dirt off of themself afterall.]
