[It'd be a hard sight for anyone to watch, a child writhing in distress and agony. Were any of Falco's caretakers here, things would probably erupt into chaos. Even for Jun, hardened as he was, it made his stomach churn. It reminded him of that night in the castle, seeing his classmates on the ground in pain from the witch's hold- all while he couldn't do anything but continue his mission and pray the others could help.
Is that really all you could've done? The same thought he's had a hundred times runs through his head. Or do you just tell yourself that-
Falco grabbing his sleeve derails the same old thought process in his head. He nearly yanks his arm away out of reflex, but stops himself just before. Instead he stands there, letting Falco cling to his sleeve. It's good that he has his hood up, as there's an expression of bewilderment when Falco asks that question. "Did I hurt you?" Honestly, it was the other way around...what's with this kid?]
You didn't. [Straight, to the point. He breathes out a little, making a decision]
It's over for now. This new seal will keep it from getting out again. We'll try purifying again ... later. After I check in with some people.
[He doesn't want to put Falco through that again. ]
[ he’s honestly want someone to be here with him, now— but professionally, jun was not the person for that. the tips of his fingers squeeze at fabric before it falls back to him, sitting himself upright to get through the ridiculous amount of sniffles he has. he can’t shake it off, this feeling— his neck is okay, thank god, but he feels . . . lonely. scared? a horrible partnership. ]
O-okay . . . [ he drops his head and rubs the bottom of his nose with the back of his sleeve, not worried if it streaks wet. drying his tears come after, when he lifts his arm and uses his shoulders for each side. ] Thank you, Father Orden. You risked yourself to do that . . .
[ all that’s left now is for him to recuperate, physically and mentally. he’s not feeling the chicken coop anymore, and sighs again when he’s caught himself thinking about people. gah. it might just make him cry again. he’s sensitive and missing them and considers, immediately, a remedy his body seems to call for. ]
Is it safe to lay down for a little while?
[ in bed, he means— to get some rest. he’s still a little spooked, for sure, but also inherently tired. almost like if he’s just come out of a shift, pain and crying is ultimately exhausting. ]
[Falco's distress is clearly written on the boy. No matter how much he had tried to tough it out, at the end of the day Falco was still a human kid. No doubt he wanted comfort of some kind, and for a moment Jun wished badly knew how to do that sort of thing.
But instead he stands where he is, letting Falco let go of him and wipe his own tears.]
...
[He decides to ignore the thank you, since he really didn't feel like he did anything worth thanking. He was doing his duty, nothing more. Risk was a natural part of that. Besides, Falco was the one harmed...]
Yes, you should get some rest. The Seal should hold through most things, but...try to avoid bad situations and occult practices.
[ . . . occult practices? maybe that just means literally summoning the devil, aka, titan shifting, or something. he doesn’t know what else. ]
Right . . . [ he waves his hand to him as makes to walk up the short steps of sunderland cottage. ] I’ll call you if something feels wrong.
[ with that, he attempts one last goodbye wave, before his hand falls to his neck and he slips inside. it’s so quiet inside. he’ll try and nap on the couch. ]
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Is that really all you could've done? The same thought he's had a hundred times runs through his head. Or do you just tell yourself that-
Falco grabbing his sleeve derails the same old thought process in his head. He nearly yanks his arm away out of reflex, but stops himself just before. Instead he stands there, letting Falco cling to his sleeve. It's good that he has his hood up, as there's an expression of bewilderment when Falco asks that question. "Did I hurt you?" Honestly, it was the other way around...what's with this kid?]
You didn't. [Straight, to the point. He breathes out a little, making a decision]
It's over for now. This new seal will keep it from getting out again. We'll try purifying again ... later. After I check in with some people.
[He doesn't want to put Falco through that again. ]
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O-okay . . . [ he drops his head and rubs the bottom of his nose with the back of his sleeve, not worried if it streaks wet. drying his tears come after, when he lifts his arm and uses his shoulders for each side. ] Thank you, Father Orden. You risked yourself to do that . . .
[ all that’s left now is for him to recuperate, physically and mentally. he’s not feeling the chicken coop anymore, and sighs again when he’s caught himself thinking about people. gah. it might just make him cry again. he’s sensitive and missing them and considers, immediately, a remedy his body seems to call for. ]
Is it safe to lay down for a little while?
[ in bed, he means— to get some rest. he’s still a little spooked, for sure, but also inherently tired. almost like if he’s just come out of a shift, pain and crying is ultimately exhausting. ]
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But instead he stands where he is, letting Falco let go of him and wipe his own tears.]
...
[He decides to ignore the thank you, since he really didn't feel like he did anything worth thanking. He was doing his duty, nothing more. Risk was a natural part of that. Besides, Falco was the one harmed...]
Yes, you should get some rest. The Seal should hold through most things, but...try to avoid bad situations and occult practices.
[No dark rituals for awhile buddy!!!!]
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Right . . . [ he waves his hand to him as makes to walk up the short steps of sunderland cottage. ] I’ll call you if something feels wrong.
[ with that, he attempts one last goodbye wave, before his hand falls to his neck and he slips inside. it’s so quiet inside. he’ll try and nap on the couch. ]
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Alright. [Gonna let the kid go!] God be with you.
[He'll watch the kid head inside. The moment he's in, Jun's shoulders will slump and he'll shake his head. That...did not go as well as he hoped.
Oh well. Lifting his hand, he'll teleport out of there]