“Rest now. I’ll be here when you wake.”
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“Wait,” he requests, metal and magic vitiligo hands reaching for hers. He looks about as awful as he feels — eyebags deep and dark, complexion pale and a bruise on his temple from where he hit his head when he fainted. “I need to tell you something.” He swallows thickly, knowing the harsh truth of his situation will upset her but that she needs to know— needs to understand why he is so sick. “I need to tell you something important.” A deep breath to steady himself, then, “my body wasn’t the only thing that was resurrected poorly. My soul was shattered and pieces of it are out there, waiting to be found… Emmrich has been helping me do some research and unless I start to properly put myself together incidents like today’s will only happen more often. I’m sorry I did not tell you sooner. I thought I would have more time to look before something like this happened.”
