There's blood on his hands; it feels nostalgic in all the worst ways.
In a way, the distraction of Schuldig's voice in his mind is a relief. Verbally, he just gives a snort while he draws into a crouch. His mental response is a bit more clear. {Don't worry, my deliicate daii2y priince, we're fiine.} Even as he thinks that, however, he's not entirely sure what to do next. The fucking ruckus has woken up the scant other tributes around the fire too, after all, and the times in his past that Psii's killed people hasn't been in front of an audience. Ignoring the fact that everything he does is on display now, it's not a habit he's sure he wants to start now.
After all, even with everything that's happening, he's not going to be some sort of fucking highblood.
In the end, he goes with the almost crueler option. Unless the guy has some gifts from a sponsor somewhere, treating that is going to be difficult to say the least... and who knows what that blood will attract. With any luck, he'll bleed to death, or get eaten, or something. So Psii grasps Schuldig's arm, helping to jerk him up while he bares his teeth in a grin at the others.
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In a way, the distraction of Schuldig's voice in his mind is a relief. Verbally, he just gives a snort while he draws into a crouch. His mental response is a bit more clear. {Don't worry, my deliicate daii2y priince, we're fiine.} Even as he thinks that, however, he's not entirely sure what to do next. The fucking ruckus has woken up the scant other tributes around the fire too, after all, and the times in his past that Psii's killed people hasn't been in front of an audience. Ignoring the fact that everything he does is on display now, it's not a habit he's sure he wants to start now.
After all, even with everything that's happening, he's not going to be some sort of fucking highblood.
In the end, he goes with the almost crueler option. Unless the guy has some gifts from a sponsor somewhere, treating that is going to be difficult to say the least... and who knows what that blood will attract. With any luck, he'll bleed to death, or get eaten, or something. So Psii grasps Schuldig's arm, helping to jerk him up while he bares his teeth in a grin at the others.
"We'll be leaving, thanksth."