"Hold still..." to Joshua.
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A single moment of nonattention proves long enough the blade of the very knife he's holding in his own hand to soft hiss slips past Joshua's lips when the blade cuts the back of his hand. With a loud clank, the knife falls to the ground. Instinctively, almost, he reaches within himself for the healing flames of the Phoenix, which would effortlessly knit flesh and skin back together.
━ Only that there's nothing to be found.
Even though many moons have passed since the fall of Origin, Joshua still finds himself having difficulties acclimatizing to a world without magic. It's only now that they're gone that he truly realizes how much he relied on his powers to keep his body going, how much he was the Phoenix and how pushed his identity as Joshua to a far, far away corner of his mind. Now, though… Now he's merely Joshua, naught else. A young man with frail health, stagnant as the curse may be now, and where he used to soar the skies and use his essence to heal others, he is now but a mortal.
Joshua quietly stares at the blood trickling down his fingers, startled from his thoughts only when a hand wraps around his wrist.
Clive still looks as tired as he feels. Origin and all that happened within it left its mark on them both. The curse left its mark on them, and his brother lost his left arm to it, even. And still he worries about Joshua enough to push past it, and attempt to take care of him.
Founder, he shouldn't be so... "Clive, it's ━ it's fine. You needn't worry, it's nothing. I was distracted for but a moment."