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[here's Asch, trying to sneak out of the house, Ran following behind. he has a backpack filled with some of his things, and he also managed to find a sword that he's carrying with him... he hasn't gotten too far yet, since the backpack's a bit heavy and is slowing him down, but he's trying. his arms are both pretty bandaged up as well...]

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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

But you're hurt...

[fononfailure]

It's okay. I've already had some gels.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

You're sure...?

[fononfailure]

Yeah... Once I'm more rested, I'll work on healing them more.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Okay...

...You don't have to heal me either...

[fononfailure]

...how are your arms?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...They're okay, I think... They still hurt, though...

[fononfailure]

Here. Eat a couple of these. *pulls out a few gels for him.*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I don't like them. [takes one from her and starts eating it]

[fononfailure]

I know. They kind of taste weird.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I don't think I really need them... I can heal without them.

[fononfailure]

It should help with the pain, though.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I guess...

[fononfailure]

It will.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I'm supposed to feel it, though... That's the point.

[fononfailure]

Hmm. Then I guess I'll just have to hurt too.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

No, you aren't supposed to.

[fononfailure]

Why not?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I don't know.

[fononfailure]

Neither should you, Asch.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Then what was the point of doing it?

[fononfailure]

Don't worry about it. *ruffles his hair lightly.*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Okay...

...Can I feel Aidan?

[fononfailure]

Uh... not right now.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Why not? I want to...