[ falco may never get used to hearing his brother's voice coming from childe's mouth. every time he closes his eyes, even when he keeps them open— his heart flutters and his fingers wish to grasp tighter to a memory that reoccurs. with one hand, the other was still a slowly extending stump. the idea of a hospital immediately stirs the boy, lifting his head in a single shake. that, and again when childe apologizes. ]
Oh— no, of course I won't! I-It's not amateur, you've never seen it before and— [ it was his first time cutting a shifter out of a titan. even the most trained warriors make tiny errors, but errors that could be repaired. falco was in no pain at all, not after the wound quickly closed, added with the dulling ( or healing, in this month's case) effect of his blood. he's tranquil now. calmly and with a swallow, falco sets his hand close to the young man's collar in reassurance. ] I don't need a hospital. I'll take up a bed that someone else could need— I promise I don't need it.
no subject
Oh— no, of course I won't! I-It's not amateur, you've never seen it before and— [ it was his first time cutting a shifter out of a titan. even the most trained warriors make tiny errors, but errors that could be repaired. falco was in no pain at all, not after the wound quickly closed, added with the dulling ( or healing, in this month's case) effect of his blood. he's tranquil now. calmly and with a swallow, falco sets his hand close to the young man's collar in reassurance. ] I don't need a hospital. I'll take up a bed that someone else could need— I promise I don't need it.