I need to grow, here I could be, Don't have to do this perfectly
"If I did, it wasn't intentional," he responded, thinking on his actions, on what he might've done different, to elicit a different, perhaps more positive, reaction from the deities, or perhaps no reaction at all. Still, it could have been worse - they could have wiped him off the face of the earth altogether, or left him permanently disfigured, or…
He didn't want to think about what else they could do right now.
Deep blue eyes looked to the unicorn with a smile, a nod of greeting given to the equid. "I had one of the healers in Halo try already, to no avail," he mentioned. Returning his gaze to Deimos as the man questioned his conviction to this training session, he let a grin tug at his lips, the pain burning across his face with a stinging hot sensation, but he was determined to weather it anyway.
"Kia has shown me some things with throwing knives," he shed his outer jacket as he spoke, revealing the set that hung from his belt. "But I would like to learn more about swords," simple, direct tones informed. "Everything hurts already." A shrug, as he shed his shirt to reveal a light singlet beneath, the expanse of his burn also revealed - it was everywhere, pink, raw, peeling and cracked.
The more he moved the more pain he stirred, but at some point, his body would grow tired of hurting and just enter a kind of hot numbness instead. He stretched, however gingerly at first, but slowly limbered up as he pushed through the pain with gritted teeth. "I'm sure."
He didn't want to think about what else they could do right now.
Deep blue eyes looked to the unicorn with a smile, a nod of greeting given to the equid. "I had one of the healers in Halo try already, to no avail," he mentioned. Returning his gaze to Deimos as the man questioned his conviction to this training session, he let a grin tug at his lips, the pain burning across his face with a stinging hot sensation, but he was determined to weather it anyway.
"Kia has shown me some things with throwing knives," he shed his outer jacket as he spoke, revealing the set that hung from his belt. "But I would like to learn more about swords," simple, direct tones informed. "Everything hurts already." A shrug, as he shed his shirt to reveal a light singlet beneath, the expanse of his burn also revealed - it was everywhere, pink, raw, peeling and cracked.
The more he moved the more pain he stirred, but at some point, his body would grow tired of hurting and just enter a kind of hot numbness instead. He stretched, however gingerly at first, but slowly limbered up as he pushed through the pain with gritted teeth. "I'm sure."
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