[ Is it better or worse that Gen doesn't respond to the hard dig of Eustace's grip tightening around him, fingers digging into his weight past his clothes? Docile in Eustace's arms, but only because he can't really feel that hard grasp. He's starting to feel awfully light-headed, his field of vision little more than a blurry wash of desaturated colors, and even Eustace's words seem to come floating to him from somewhere very far away. Fuzzy at the edges, like they're being spoken through a thick veil.
Vaguely, he wonders if Eustace is trying to comfort him. ]
's okay.
[ That's unnecessary. ]
It's fine.
[ Eustace is free to interpret those low words however he likes. Whether Gen is saying he'll be fine, or if he's fine without reassurance, or if he's fine whatever the outcome may be. Whether that's really what he means, or if they're simply the bleary words of someone fighting off the effects of hypovolemic shock. In either case, Eustace won't get the chance to ask for clarification.
Gen passes out cold the next moment, his weight straining at Eustace's overtaxed muscles just that much more in the form of complete deadweight. And though his blood's painted a nauseating, speckled trail all the way from the gardens straight to the inn, at least Eustace will be relieved to see the glow of the inn's light just up ahead, bathing its signs in warm hues that stand out from Venera's dark evening. His mission is just about done. It's simply a matter of waiting to see what happens going forth. ]
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Vaguely, he wonders if Eustace is trying to comfort him. ]
's okay.
[ That's unnecessary. ]
It's fine.
[ Eustace is free to interpret those low words however he likes. Whether Gen is saying he'll be fine, or if he's fine without reassurance, or if he's fine whatever the outcome may be. Whether that's really what he means, or if they're simply the bleary words of someone fighting off the effects of hypovolemic shock. In either case, Eustace won't get the chance to ask for clarification.
Gen passes out cold the next moment, his weight straining at Eustace's overtaxed muscles just that much more in the form of complete deadweight. And though his blood's painted a nauseating, speckled trail all the way from the gardens straight to the inn, at least Eustace will be relieved to see the glow of the inn's light just up ahead, bathing its signs in warm hues that stand out from Venera's dark evening. His mission is just about done. It's simply a matter of waiting to see what happens going forth. ]