the aftermath is secondary

RIGBY

If the arrowhead in his leg wasn't torture enough, digging in and tearing more and more with each step, then the fact that he needs knife bitch's help is more than enough to make him completely miserable. God he hates her, he hates his shitty luck, he hates the fucking world for this and that. It all makes him so angry, so ridiculously pissed. So he tries not to focus on her, on his leg, on anything at all really, he just wants to walk and keep going until she gets him somewhere that someone can help.

Her house would not be his first choice, but he didn't care enough nor have the breath capacity as it is to give a snarky remark. So he allowed her to drag him in through the door, his whole body slouched onto the unwounded leg, leaning into whatever rough support she offered, which wasn't much. He grunts, seethes as she dumps him into a chair, his hands shoot down to his leg when the pain shoots through again.

Rigby didn't notice Milo, too preoccupied with his own dismal state until the redhead was right next to him, hands glowing and eyes wide. The scraggly and dirty looking street rat scowled, and he snapped back at the man, "From the fucking arrow in my leg you idiot," his voice is a growl, somehow more feral than usual.

i'll make you understand
and you can trade me for an apparition