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Edited 2023-11-15 03:20 (UTC)

Hello? Zenith?

Something... happened, and I need you to run a diagnostics check on me.

Can we do that in your room, or you have a better place for it?

...I see. Come to my room. We'll go from there. [ to the morgue, probably. ]

I'm already on my way.

[ He's flying over from Clover, but... he pauses outside of Kaveh's balcony. ]

...just promise me you won't get mad when I tell you what happened.

[ well that sure is a start. ]

Now I'm just worried, Zenith.

There was a weed harassing Lyra, so she called me for help and I ended up fighting. It didn't go nearly as well as planned. That weed is... powerful. She was unlike anything I'd seen before.

[ He lets himself into Kaveh's room through the balcony window. ]

[ he thinks he knows which weed it is. ] Tell me everything that happened.

[ how does he look? is he visibly hurt? ]

[ Not visibly hurt, though there's probably a decent amount of dried blood on his clothes. ]

...a lot happened, but she stabbed me with... claws. Long ones. Like shards of glass. I managed to snap them off of her hands in order to keep fighting, but they...

I don't know how she did it, but they got lodged inside me and absorbed. And then she could... control me.

[ he pales, hurrying over as he tugs wanderer into a hug. ] Are they still inside you? She can't still control you can she? I should check that there's no residual pieces of her inside of you. [ he brings a hand to the back of his head. ] I wonder if this is the same Weed Caesura warned us about.

[ He leans into the hug, because he really didn't have time to process how much losing control of his body affected him. ] ...I don't think so, but that is why I asked you to check in the first place. I don't know if there's anything still remaining. And if there is, I want it out. Now.

...I'm sure it was. She's unlike any of the other weeds, and I couldn't even manage to kill her with Fifi's help.

[ drags him into the bedroom and calls mehrak to close the curtains. he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, coaxing wanderer to either take a seat in his lap or to his right. ] I'll look. And if there's anything then I'll remove it. You can count on me to do that much. [ he presses a kiss to his temple. ] How come she was bothering Lyra? Do you know? Do you think it'll happen again?

[ He chooses to seat himself in Kaveh's lap, wanting to be closer. ] I trust you. Perci looked me over, but... I need you to make sure. [ He is never going to let himself be controlled like that again. ]

[ He shakes his head. ] No. I don't know. She denied it when I asked, so I got fed up and attacked her.

I'll make sure. [ he is going to just hug him for a few minutes. ] If you ever plan to fight her again, then call me. I don't want her getting away with hurting what is mine.

...I do like hearing you say that... [ He leans into him affectionately. ] Next time we fight her, we'll be ready. I won't let that bitch catch me off-guard twice.

But for now, I need to make sure I'm free of her influence.

We will. We should spar a little bit more. We can do so in the forest. [ a nod as he gives him an affectionate nuzzle. ] Mm, agreed, let's go into the morgue. [ he helps wanderer out of his lap and stands, grabbing his tools and then heading down his town and into the bluebell morgue. he turns on a light, motioning to one of the cold operating tables. ] Have a seat.

...we should. I feel out of practice... [ He makes a face as Kaveh says "the morgue", but he follows him wordlessly down to it. He narrows his eyes at the operating table and gives Kaveh a look before he sits down cautiously on it. ] You couldn't have made it look less... clinical?

Do you want me to put a doily on it? This is a morgue, full of bodies and blood, there's no way to make it less clinical.

You could have set this up not in a morgue. [ He huffs. ] Whatever, just hurry up and make sure that bitch didn't leave any residue behind.

But part of the reason I wanted the morgue was so I could take care of you. My room isn't exactly ideal for this sort of thing.

Lay down. And do you want me to knock you out or will you be alright?

...it brings back some bad memories, is all.

Don't knock me out. I'll be fine.

[ he looks around. ] I'm not sure what I can do to improve it. It's meant to be... clinical. [ for dealing with corpses. ] I'll make it quick. [ he nods, setting a hand to his chest to push him back. he sets his tools down and collects a few. ]

Whatever, it's fine. I know you aren't going to try and take me apart. [ Not more than necessary, anyway... he lays back somewhat reluctantly, but he'll at least hold still for Kaveh to work on him. ]

I promise I'm not going to take you apart. [ ... ] Did you want some weed, because I have to imagine this is still going to hurt. [ he takes and squeezes his hand, moving it to his front afterward. ] If you want to hold onto me... [ he's not sure if that sounds silly, but he wants wanderer to feel comfortable. ]

...I'll be fine. I'm sure I've dealt with worse pain than this. [ He does take Kaveh's hand in his, squeezing it. He seems a little tense due to the whole environment, but he needs to make sure there's nothing remaining in him that Pandora could take advantage of. ] ...your hand is all I need.

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