[Oh. Amazingly, this is actual an emotional response that Jun understands. The Orden was strict, and mistakes felt like they had drastic consequences. Except this wasn't a Seal Knight trainee.
So, he tries to keep his tone as gentle as the voice modulator allows]
[ he could. he should. no other time felt like the right time, but now that the opportunity was here, he wouldn’t throw it away. falco nods, slowly and concise, waits a moment or two to find and keep composure, before letting out a sigh that slumped his shoulders. he’s got this. start from the top. ]
I was exploring and saw blood trails on the street. It went into a building and I thought— I have first aid, I always carry it around with me when I’m out. Maybe someone needed help so I followed it to the roof.
[ a simple pause, just to make sure jun was following, then he continues. ]
Mister Connor . . . Died. His body was opened up and his chest was empty. [ it might sound worse than it was if jun didn’t know who connor was. but all the same, the loss was the bigger of the blows, next to imagery. ] There were two other people there, Mister Hank and another priest, [ but falco looks down, ] but I don’t know his name. Mister Hank was unconscious and really hurt, the priest was trying to help him too, but . . .
[ falco’s eyes are shinier as he keeps his gaze away. he tries to furrow his brows and matches up with the urge to cry with blinks, hard and quick blinks to keep them away and swallow the knot in his throat. ]
I couldn’t, [ he gestures to his ears, ] hear anything, for while. Not even my own breathing, it was silence. Everything started turning red, and it tasted like blood. That’s the last time I remember doing something on my own. It felt like I was . . . Falling out of reach? Like, um— [ how does he explain it-? ] Like I could see and understand everything that was happening, but I couldn’t do anything about it.
[ wiping the corner of his eyes, falco snorts; on top of such horrible things to come across with only an intention to help— it was turned on its head. it was scary. it was frightening because it felt like he was walking through a nightmare he wasn’t pulling the strings to. his hand rubs through his hair as he sucks in a breath to continue. ]
I’d just— blame them, for everything, and hurt them for it— I even bit the priest and wanted Mister Hank to die, and I . . .
[ his voice falls soft. ]
I’d never . . . Want any of that. [ there’s a harsher silence, thicker, but one that makes falco’s head pick up. ] Mister Hank could’ve died with all the blood he lost. He needed more help than me, then. I didn’t, [ no, ] couldn’t make things worse than I already did.
[He puts his hand on his hip as he listens to the story, taking in all the notes. Luckily he knew that Connor was a robot, so that part didn't faze him. And that priest...that must've Abel. Those must've been the circumstances he met Falco under.
...Was this why Abel suggested him for the job instead? Was he worried about the association Falco might have? Now that Jun thought about it, it had been unusual for Abel not to try to meddle his way into this. He was so nosy about everything else Jun did.
But that was something he'd put on the backburner. There were a few important things. First of all, probably should say something nice to the kid.]
...It wasn't your fault. You were being influenced. People have reacted worse to such a sight without having a mark.[It's why the Orden were trained to avoid such attachments. It could get...messy, if one were to have such a reaction. ] And I can even understand having an impulse to bite or hit Father Abel. I'm sure he does too.
[Jun no.
That definitely sounds like a possession like Admin described. It must've been due to Falco's gentle nature that it didn't get worse than biting Abel and death threats.
[ .......... he's taking that was a joke, and maybe his lips do sort of quirk? for a half a second. because he still never wants to hit or bite anyone else for that again. ]
. . . Yeah. [ he knows now, but that still doesn't change one thing falco feels. ] Is it alright if I don't say who, Father Orden?
[ it was personal to them, but not to the boy. he wants no more trouble— -60 was a difficult situation, but one falco still thought didn't deserve more trauma, even though he's been constantly inflicting it. he's a machine and would perhaps choose something else if he could, how could you know? just as connor did. holy man or not, he doesn't know where the information could fall and it could fall wrongly, as it had with the mandalorian (which he still doesn't know about). he'd rather protect his shooter, who was programmed to shoot, than dig his grave.
apologetically, but also a bit of entreat in his voice: ]
Jun is quiet for a moment. Was this kid really looking to protect a murderer? He's not sure why anyone would bother to do that, but then again...there were a lot of things he didn't understand. And frankly, as long as it wasn't some unholy monster, it wasn't his job to care. Father Abel, Hank and Connor would've saw whoever it was. So it was their problem]
Whatever, fine. If it was relevant to me, I'm sure Father Abel would've mentioned it.
[In other words, he won't pry. Was he curious? A little, but Seal Knight apathy wins out today]
[ —good. even if it was a small world and yes, word could get out so easily from other parties, at least . . . it wasn’t from him. relief rests in his breathing and he dips his head to mutter a quiet thank you, despite being waved off.
he told him what happened. he saw the mark. was there something else—? something told falco that there was, but it was the sort of thing that sparked apprehension in his gut. people usually save the bad news for last. ]
[Jun's sure others would've wanted this to be put more gently, but it really wasn't Jun's style. It was better to let people know the dangers so they could decide for themselves, if he was allowed to tell them anyway.
Besides, if Falco had an ability like this titan thing, he probably wasn't as much of a kid as people wanted to believe. Just like himself.]
If it's left alone, it might remain how it is...or it might get worse. It'd depend on what you encounter here and how well you control your emotions.
Alternatively, I can try to seal and purify it. However, I've never used my sealing spells on a human before, so I can't guarantee it'll work. Or that it won't be painful. You'll be something of a test subject, in other words.
Lastly, we can try calling Admin and Doll, ask them to handle it instead. Not sure what they'll do, but the Admin said to contact them if needed.
[...]
The choice is yours. [And considering how nice Falco is..] Don't take my feelings into account. I don't care how it's done as long as the mission's completed.
[In other words, he won't be offended if you decide not to use him]
[ —he’s never been given a choice like that. come to think of it, falco has been given little choice in how to do things at all. his lips press together, he thinks of every option as they’re told: the first, no. it doesn’t sit well. he’s emotional by nature. he’s left the mark as it was until now and . . . look where that got him. it could get worse. it could seize his titan when he could need it most. it could hurt people when they need help. the second and the third . . . right. he thinks, but he certainly doesn’t need too long to think about it.
he speaks with certainty, the proper tone anyone would use when they’ve already made up their minds with no doubts to pull at the sides. ]
If Admin talked to you guys first . . . They believe you can handle it. I will, too. I can’t let it grow again.
[ he doesn’t have to think about himself to feel a surge of courage to take it on; it’s just thinking about everyone else, and making sure galliard truly didn’t die in vain to have falco here, alive instead. ]
I can take pain, or a failure— so long as we do something. I’ll do it.
[Jun looks directly at the child for a long moment. It's hard to make out his face under the shroud, but he's trying his best to assess Falco's sincerity- if he understood what was explained to him.
Finally, he nods. Falco understood the risks and was choosing to proceed, so Jun would respect that choice.]
Very well.
[He points to a spot of grass away from the chicken coop. No point in getting it harmed if something goes wrong]
[ here goes. doing as told, falco moves away in the grass yard, equally and safely far from the poorly built soon-to-be coop and the cottage proper. he flexes his fingers, keeps his hands by his sides, and turns halfway, so that the mark would be somewhat facing jun, calling out to him: ]
[Well, now was the moment of truth. He steps within range of Falco, looking at the neck. It was such a small isolated spot, he'd have to be careful to seal that area without paralyzing the rest of Falco's body.
So, he decides to play it safe, and put as little power as possible into the Seal spell. It just needed to hold long enough for them to purify it after all.
He holds out his finger, tracing a star in front of him and making a seal appear around Falco's nape. Falco will certainly feel something- almost like a feeling of numbness one gets when they put an ice pack on too long. ]
Try moving your neck and shoulders around to see if they still work.
[They should be able to move! Falco isn't paralyzed for now, yay!]
[ not moving. in fact he’s trying so hard not to move an inch that he’s getting stiff, and once the hit gets him, he sucks in a quick gasping breath, short and sweet, as icy numbing can catch anyone off their guard. a roll of his shoulder to the left, a tentative tip of his head to the right . . . ]
[he gives a sound of approval, now stepping closer.]
I'm going to try putting holy water on it now. Admin said that should be effective.
[Digging into his shroud's pocket, he pulls out a small bottle of water. This isn't exactly his usual method (he can't imagine holy water having any effect on Greed), but when in Rome as they say. Now close to Falco, he pops the cap of the bottle, lifts it up and very slowly drops a couple drops of the water onto his skin.
And that's when it all goes wrong.
There's a sizzling sound. Falco will feel his skin burn. The purple mark reacts- something emerges from it, breaking through the seal and tries to take a swipe at Jun]
What-?!
[Thanks to his enhanced reflexes, he jumps back - the swipe narrowly missing his uniform's collar. Right after, it sinks back into Falco's neck]
[ falco immediately tenses when the water is applied and defines a hiss of pain, just as the water burns, and burns, and burns— oh something’s happening. something’s— oh, gross. the sound is ugly and clicking, it rises from his neck and swirls into taking a jab at jun. falco tries to open his eyes, see something— but his eyes squeeze, his knees buckle down and he falls forward, grasping for grass as the brand extends, returns inside him and crawls up his scalp and further down his neck.
he tries not to make a noise, he’d said it could hurt. but the burn is everlasting, like cooking his flesh to a boiling point. falco’s muscle contracts from top to bottom, eyes squeezed shut and trying to breathe. it hurt, it hurt, it hurt—
he can’t help the strained squeak, the sob. he starts to cry, face red from dolor that doesn’t go away and makes his frame contort, his jaw contract, and the breaths he pulls from them short and erratic. he felt like he was being taken apart and almost pleads to stop, but— they had to keep going, didn’t they?
falco buries his face to the grass, snaps what he could gather into his pale white fist as he twisted into his own pain and cried. ]
[This wasn't good. Jun watched as Falco collapsed on the ground in pain. Even if the kid was doing his very best not to scream out, it was impossible not to see how much his body tensed from the pain. Not only that, but he could see the mark grow up into his hair and down his neck.]
Falco!
[ He screwed up. He'd been so worried about harming the kid with the sealing spell that he'd brought worse harm to him. What a foolish sentiment.
Acting quickly, he draws draws another star glyph in the air to create another seal. A much stronger one this time. The infected area once again feels the cold numbing- this time a stronger feeling than before. Thankfully, it'll be enough for the pain to subside as the Silence gets trapped within the Seal.]
...
Can you move?
[His voice has a slight shake that it didn't have before.]
[ the icy numb along his neck is less than a tickle compared to the physical agony; at first falco rolls onto his side and bends his knees to his stomach, because it all felt like it was burning and burning and it wouldn’t stop burning— but then his limbs felt like they were breaking if he so much moved them, a feat becoming impossible when he didn’t know what else to do to calm the scorching inside and out. that’s the last moment he couldn’t take just cringing and choking, the start of a scream erupts from his throat and dies like a whisp when the spell embeds a harsher imprisonment. the seering stabs and unseen tearing loses power, his musculature is freed from tension, and falco finally relaxes on the side he had turned to as a messy heap of shuddering, sobbing and hiccuping.
the emotional distress would subside far quicker rather than crying nonstop for another few hours, at it did the last time— but it didn’t quickly remove the terror he was conscious to witness. having an enemy you can look at and see firing is one thing . . . having something you can’t see at all, with an influence? using you? they used holy water and it burned him. it’s scared him. terrified him, really.
falco looks up with a turn of his head, reaching for jun’s arm, his sleeve, anything his fingers can clutch on as he huffed through his tears, and moved. it was the answer he needed, so he responds with another. ]
Is it over—? [ then, immediately after with a tremble and wide, fearful hazel eyes, ] Did I hurt you?
[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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So, he tries to keep his tone as gentle as the voice modulator allows]
What happened? Can you tell me?
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I was exploring and saw blood trails on the street. It went into a building and I thought— I have first aid, I always carry it around with me when I’m out. Maybe someone needed help so I followed it to the roof.
[ a simple pause, just to make sure jun was following, then he continues. ]
Mister Connor . . . Died. His body was opened up and his chest was empty. [ it might sound worse than it was if jun didn’t know who connor was. but all the same, the loss was the bigger of the blows, next to imagery. ] There were two other people there, Mister Hank and another priest, [ but falco looks down, ] but I don’t know his name. Mister Hank was unconscious and really hurt, the priest was trying to help him too, but . . .
[ falco’s eyes are shinier as he keeps his gaze away. he tries to furrow his brows and matches up with the urge to cry with blinks, hard and quick blinks to keep them away and swallow the knot in his throat. ]
I couldn’t, [ he gestures to his ears, ] hear anything, for while. Not even my own breathing, it was silence. Everything started turning red, and it tasted like blood. That’s the last time I remember doing something on my own. It felt like I was . . . Falling out of reach? Like, um— [ how does he explain it-? ] Like I could see and understand everything that was happening, but I couldn’t do anything about it.
[ wiping the corner of his eyes, falco snorts; on top of such horrible things to come across with only an intention to help— it was turned on its head. it was scary. it was frightening because it felt like he was walking through a nightmare he wasn’t pulling the strings to. his hand rubs through his hair as he sucks in a breath to continue. ]
I’d just— blame them, for everything, and hurt them for it— I even bit the priest and wanted Mister Hank to die, and I . . .
[ his voice falls soft. ]
I’d never . . . Want any of that. [ there’s a harsher silence, thicker, but one that makes falco’s head pick up. ] Mister Hank could’ve died with all the blood he lost. He needed more help than me, then. I didn’t, [ no, ] couldn’t make things worse than I already did.
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...Was this why Abel suggested him for the job instead? Was he worried about the association Falco might have? Now that Jun thought about it, it had been unusual for Abel not to try to meddle his way into this. He was so nosy about everything else Jun did.
But that was something he'd put on the backburner. There were a few important things. First of all, probably should say something nice to the kid.]
...It wasn't your fault. You were being influenced. People have reacted worse to such a sight without having a mark.[It's why the Orden were trained to avoid such attachments. It could get...messy, if one were to have such a reaction. ] And I can even understand having an impulse to bite or hit Father Abel. I'm sure he does too.
[Jun no.
That definitely sounds like a possession like Admin described. It must've been due to Falco's gentle nature that it didn't get worse than biting Abel and death threats.
Still there was one troubling detail.]
Do you know what harmed Mr. Connor and Mr. Hank?
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. . . Yeah. [ he knows now, but that still doesn't change one thing falco feels. ] Is it alright if I don't say who, Father Orden?
[ it was personal to them, but not to the boy. he wants no more trouble— -60 was a difficult situation, but one falco still thought didn't deserve more trauma, even though he's been constantly inflicting it. he's a machine and would perhaps choose something else if he could, how could you know? just as connor did. holy man or not, he doesn't know where the information could fall and it could fall wrongly, as it had with the mandalorian (which he still doesn't know about). he'd rather protect his shooter, who was programmed to shoot, than dig his grave.
apologetically, but also a bit of entreat in his voice: ]
Please?
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Jun is quiet for a moment. Was this kid really looking to protect a murderer? He's not sure why anyone would bother to do that, but then again...there were a lot of things he didn't understand. And frankly, as long as it wasn't some unholy monster, it wasn't his job to care. Father Abel, Hank and Connor would've saw whoever it was. So it was their problem]
Whatever, fine. If it was relevant to me, I'm sure Father Abel would've mentioned it.
[In other words, he won't pry. Was he curious? A little, but Seal Knight apathy wins out today]
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he told him what happened. he saw the mark. was there something else—? something told falco that there was, but it was the sort of thing that sparked apprehension in his gut. people usually save the bad news for last. ]
So . . . What happens now?
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[Jun's sure others would've wanted this to be put more gently, but it really wasn't Jun's style. It was better to let people know the dangers so they could decide for themselves, if he was allowed to tell them anyway.
Besides, if Falco had an ability like this titan thing, he probably wasn't as much of a kid as people wanted to believe. Just like himself.]
If it's left alone, it might remain how it is...or it might get worse. It'd depend on what you encounter here and how well you control your emotions.
Alternatively, I can try to seal and purify it. However, I've never used my sealing spells on a human before, so I can't guarantee it'll work. Or that it won't be painful. You'll be something of a test subject, in other words.
Lastly, we can try calling Admin and Doll, ask them to handle it instead. Not sure what they'll do, but the Admin said to contact them if needed.
[...]
The choice is yours. [And considering how nice Falco is..] Don't take my feelings into account. I don't care how it's done as long as the mission's completed.
[In other words, he won't be offended if you decide not to use him]
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he speaks with certainty, the proper tone anyone would use when they’ve already made up their minds with no doubts to pull at the sides. ]
If Admin talked to you guys first . . . They believe you can handle it. I will, too. I can’t let it grow again.
[ he doesn’t have to think about himself to feel a surge of courage to take it on; it’s just thinking about everyone else, and making sure galliard truly didn’t die in vain to have falco here, alive instead. ]
I can take pain, or a failure— so long as we do something. I’ll do it.
[ i can’t just sit here and worry. ]
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Finally, he nods. Falco understood the risks and was choosing to proceed, so Jun would respect that choice.]
Very well.
[He points to a spot of grass away from the chicken coop. No point in getting it harmed if something goes wrong]
Stand still over there.
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Like this?
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[Well, now was the moment of truth. He steps within range of Falco, looking at the neck. It was such a small isolated spot, he'd have to be careful to seal that area without paralyzing the rest of Falco's body.
So, he decides to play it safe, and put as little power as possible into the Seal spell. It just needed to hold long enough for them to purify it after all.
He holds out his finger, tracing a star in front of him and making a seal appear around Falco's nape. Falco will certainly feel something- almost like a feeling of numbness one gets when they put an ice pack on too long. ]
Try moving your neck and shoulders around to see if they still work.
[They should be able to move! Falco isn't paralyzed for now, yay!]
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—They’re fine!
[ phase one 👍 ]
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I'm going to try putting holy water on it now. Admin said that should be effective.
[Digging into his shroud's pocket, he pulls out a small bottle of water. This isn't exactly his usual method (he can't imagine holy water having any effect on Greed), but when in Rome as they say. Now close to Falco, he pops the cap of the bottle, lifts it up and very slowly drops a couple drops of the water onto his skin.
And that's when it all goes wrong.
There's a sizzling sound. Falco will feel his skin burn. The purple mark reacts- something emerges from it, breaking through the seal and tries to take a swipe at Jun]
What-?!
[Thanks to his enhanced reflexes, he jumps back - the swipe narrowly missing his uniform's collar. Right after, it sinks back into Falco's neck]
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he tries not to make a noise, he’d said it could hurt. but the burn is everlasting, like cooking his flesh to a boiling point. falco’s muscle contracts from top to bottom, eyes squeezed shut and trying to breathe. it hurt, it hurt, it hurt—
he can’t help the strained squeak, the sob. he starts to cry, face red from dolor that doesn’t go away and makes his frame contort, his jaw contract, and the breaths he pulls from them short and erratic. he felt like he was being taken apart and almost pleads to stop, but— they had to keep going, didn’t they?
falco buries his face to the grass, snaps what he could gather into his pale white fist as he twisted into his own pain and cried. ]
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Falco!
[ He screwed up. He'd been so worried about harming the kid with the sealing spell that he'd brought worse harm to him. What a foolish sentiment.
Acting quickly, he draws draws another star glyph in the air to create another seal. A much stronger one this time. The infected area once again feels the cold numbing- this time a stronger feeling than before. Thankfully, it'll be enough for the pain to subside as the Silence gets trapped within the Seal.]
...
Can you move?
[His voice has a slight shake that it didn't have before.]
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the emotional distress would subside far quicker rather than crying nonstop for another few hours, at it did the last time— but it didn’t quickly remove the terror he was conscious to witness. having an enemy you can look at and see firing is one thing . . . having something you can’t see at all, with an influence? using you? they used holy water and it burned him. it’s scared him. terrified him, really.
falco looks up with a turn of his head, reaching for jun’s arm, his sleeve, anything his fingers can clutch on as he huffed through his tears, and moved. it was the answer he needed, so he responds with another. ]
Is it over—? [ then, immediately after with a tremble and wide, fearful hazel eyes, ] Did I hurt you?
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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]