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[rassera]

"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"

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[witchplease]

yes. at its heart.

[ It hurt so much. In their memory, the scalpels cut deeply, and all she can do is shield his body from the world that hurt them. ]

you can find someone who heals? please do not take him to hospital.

[rassera]

[Kaneda's already on his way out, grabbing the communicator and his jacket.]

hes not going to any damn hospital if i have a say in it

i know healers

[witchplease]

good. then be here quickly. you are his brother. he will not say it but he depends on you.

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[rassera]

[He's about to text something, about how he doubts Tetsuo truly believed that even under that thick skull of his. But thinks better on it. Maybe he wants to believe that he needed him. To be needed. His communicator snaps shut as he gets on his bike, kicking it to life and speeding off into the dark.

Thankfully, the bike made getting to the Porter quick, and even quicker to the remains of De Chima's hall. It still had a lot of cleanup to do--it hadn't been long after the Swear-In. Rubble made it hard to drive too far in, so he has to hoof it, gravel crunching under his boots as he makes his way through the uneven ground. Honestly, why was he doing this? Tetsuo had more than let him know that he didn't need him. That his powers were his saving grace from whatever cage Kaneda kept him in.

you are his brother. he will not say it but he depends on you.

The reason was obvious. He knew it. He always knew it. And maybe a good part of him wanted to believe it.

He steps into the heart of the Hall, stumbling his way over concrete and metal bars, looking for anything that might resemble the scrawny kid that was his friend.

His brother.]

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[rassera]

[He's about to text something, about how he doubts Tetsuo truly believed that even under that thick skull of his. But thinks better on it. Maybe he wants to believe that he needed him. To be needed. His communicator snaps shut as he gets on his bike, kicking it to life and speeding off into the dark.

Thankfully, the bike made getting to the Porter quick, and even quicker to the remains of De Chima's hall. It still had a lot of cleanup to do--it hadn't been long after the Swear-In. Rubble made it hard to drive too far in, so he has to hoof it, gravel crunching under his boots as he makes his way through the uneven ground. Honestly, why was he doing this? Tetsuo had more than let him know that he didn't need him. That his powers were his saving grace from whatever cage Kaneda kept him in.

you are his brother. he will not say it but he depends on you.

The reason was obvious. He knew it. He always knew it. And maybe a good part of him wanted to believe it.

He steps into the heart of the Hall, stumbling his way over concrete and metal bars, looking for anything that might resemble the scrawny kid that was his friend.

His brother.]