[He thinks the forgetting part of this is the worst. It's not-- it's not the same as the Voidfish, where one moment he knew something and the next it was gone, it's the concentration. Steadying himself on knowing anything right now is so difficult, it feels like he's forgotten even the basics. It's still in his head somewhere. He's just... confused. Lost. Alone.
And see, here we go again, he's not alone, because there are hands on him- Lup's hands, his sister, his heart. On a better day, he'd say some joke about how his heart being beside him is probably what accounts for all the blood, but it goes through his head like water. Still, whether it be from the joke or her presence, he feels himself smile just a bit. She's here. Alright, step one done.
But step two... that's harder. And more than the forgetting, he feels death pulling at him like a weight, like a sleep. Everything hurts. He's in so much pain, and the parts of him that aren't feel cold, disconnected. Wouldn't it be nice, it whispers, to close your eyes and feel nothing? Wouldn't it be kind to stop fighting? Let this be a problem for someone else. Let this be a problem for you in the future.
Lup's hands press to his again. He can't hear what she's saying, but it's enough.
Because he won't make it her problem. Anyone else's, maybe. But he'll always fight for her.
She's saying something about Merle, and he knows that isn't going to work. He's still stuck minus magic, and-- man, part three of why he hates this, he can't make it a goddamn comedy. Everyone's emotions are full-frontal, raw, spilling like he is onto the dirt below. He doesn't want this. And because he doesn't want this, he can feel something like anger, or stubbornness, or just straight-out defiance choked in his throat. Fuck this. He's not going to lose. He's not going to fucking lose.
And finally, it hits him. A moment of clarity. It... might not work, but fuck, he has to try. He's literally blown open, what other options does he have? Even if it kills him, well, fuck it, he's gonna goddamn die anyway. He just has to get there.
Taako's fingers connect with Lup's, giving them a bit of a squeeze. He needs her attention, and his words are limited. Now how to actually convey this.]
Lup. I need... I need you to...
[Damn, he can't even string this shit together properly. Okay. Baby steps. It takes him a couple of seconds through ragged breathing to remember where the stone even is on his person, and he slides a hand out from hers, trying to reach for the pouch tied to his hip. His movements feel big, like he's actually doing something, but the way his body is responding isn't as great. All Lup and Barry are gonna see is his hand falling out of Lup's hold, in the approximate direction of where he's trying to go.]
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And see, here we go again, he's not alone, because there are hands on him- Lup's hands, his sister, his heart. On a better day, he'd say some joke about how his heart being beside him is probably what accounts for all the blood, but it goes through his head like water. Still, whether it be from the joke or her presence, he feels himself smile just a bit. She's here. Alright, step one done.
But step two... that's harder. And more than the forgetting, he feels death pulling at him like a weight, like a sleep. Everything hurts. He's in so much pain, and the parts of him that aren't feel cold, disconnected. Wouldn't it be nice, it whispers, to close your eyes and feel nothing? Wouldn't it be kind to stop fighting? Let this be a problem for someone else. Let this be a problem for you in the future.
Lup's hands press to his again. He can't hear what she's saying, but it's enough.
Because he won't make it her problem. Anyone else's, maybe. But he'll always fight for her.
She's saying something about Merle, and he knows that isn't going to work. He's still stuck minus magic, and-- man, part three of why he hates this, he can't make it a goddamn comedy. Everyone's emotions are full-frontal, raw, spilling like he is onto the dirt below. He doesn't want this. And because he doesn't want this, he can feel something like anger, or stubbornness, or just straight-out defiance choked in his throat. Fuck this. He's not going to lose. He's not going to fucking lose.
And finally, it hits him. A moment of clarity. It... might not work, but fuck, he has to try. He's literally blown open, what other options does he have? Even if it kills him, well, fuck it, he's gonna goddamn die anyway. He just has to get there.
Taako's fingers connect with Lup's, giving them a bit of a squeeze. He needs her attention, and his words are limited. Now how to actually convey this.]
Lup. I need... I need you to...
[Damn, he can't even string this shit together properly. Okay. Baby steps. It takes him a couple of seconds through ragged breathing to remember where the stone even is on his person, and he slides a hand out from hers, trying to reach for the pouch tied to his hip. His movements feel big, like he's actually doing something, but the way his body is responding isn't as great. All Lup and Barry are gonna see is his hand falling out of Lup's hold, in the approximate direction of where he's trying to go.]
I need the... need the stone.
[Gods, please know what the fuck he's doing.]