and indeed, just think: in many ways, body and soul,
i have been more a battlefield —
She can’t see the starwhale as it approaches, but there’s a sensation of calming that washes over her, and her body twitches as she curls upon herself, continuing to shutter, to chug along until things start moving, sorrow embedded deep within her at the fear she must have brought upon everyone. How selfish it had been of her to ask for them to fix her when she was reckless and unhelpful and dangerous.
She can hear Deimos’ words about her wrists, and she realizes she hasn’t tried to flex the muscles and fingers, to feel the grating of metal upon metal once more. All she can tell is that through her scans, most of her is red, red, red. Wrong. Jigano’s voice pipes up then, at mentioning her bones, and she slowly uncurls herself, to let them continue their work, feeling and flinching slightly from the touch until she realizes who it is.
Rexanna is surprised to know how much she absolutely relied on her sight. At least her hearing makes up for it in this instance, focusing on what’s happening around her. “Okay.” Her voice is hoarse, and she does her best to relax despite the involuntary twitching of her systems that shift her chest and her legs while whatever fluid remains continues to try and power her. “No pain.” She manages, through grit teeth. Just a lot of wrong feelings around, strange vibration, shorting in her system that has her mind reeling.
Much of her wrist structure will have to be fixed by the Voice, but whatever they can do to keep her from destroying it more before Longnight is over, will help. And when Jigano moves to her face, to set her nose, it’s simply a sound of crunching and the feeling of metal scraping against metal and bone. It still does little in the end, but it keeps her nose looking relatively straight – absolutely not functional, though.
“Need… to bite.” To give her something to power off of from the fluid loss. It would make her sluggish, it would feel terrible in her system, but at least it would be enough to keep her going, to keep her stable until the inevitable.
She can hear Deimos’ words about her wrists, and she realizes she hasn’t tried to flex the muscles and fingers, to feel the grating of metal upon metal once more. All she can tell is that through her scans, most of her is red, red, red. Wrong. Jigano’s voice pipes up then, at mentioning her bones, and she slowly uncurls herself, to let them continue their work, feeling and flinching slightly from the touch until she realizes who it is.
Rexanna is surprised to know how much she absolutely relied on her sight. At least her hearing makes up for it in this instance, focusing on what’s happening around her. “Okay.” Her voice is hoarse, and she does her best to relax despite the involuntary twitching of her systems that shift her chest and her legs while whatever fluid remains continues to try and power her. “No pain.” She manages, through grit teeth. Just a lot of wrong feelings around, strange vibration, shorting in her system that has her mind reeling.
Much of her wrist structure will have to be fixed by the Voice, but whatever they can do to keep her from destroying it more before Longnight is over, will help. And when Jigano moves to her face, to set her nose, it’s simply a sound of crunching and the feeling of metal scraping against metal and bone. It still does little in the end, but it keeps her nose looking relatively straight – absolutely not functional, though.
“Need… to bite.” To give her something to power off of from the fluid loss. It would make her sluggish, it would feel terrible in her system, but at least it would be enough to keep her going, to keep her stable until the inevitable.
— than a human being
REXANNA
