[Lance tears off a piece of the bandage to clean off the still leaking blood. His jaw visibly clenches and he lights his other hand up with heat, wincing as he does, to see if that'll do anything when he places it on the wound. Of course it doesn't because he's resistant to his own powers and to all heat, cauterizing just isn't an option anymore.
As he does this, he's listening to Reaper talk about powers gotten by Moira… which has him pausing and tensing.] …She gave you yours.
[It's barely a question and his voice is even more guarded than it has been as he says it. More things they have in common, the opposite of what he wants. Everything he's afraid of. However, at the same time… it makes Reaper possibly the only person here right now who can really help him understand his own. Something he is not going to voice… or even pursue. It would have to be extremely dire if he ever did that. A voice in his ear laughs that it's long past that point.
He shakes his head free of that voice. Or tries… they never leave him completely, they fade in and out but have been increasing as his corruption has increased. Then he lets out a 'psh' sound at all the rest of what Reaper says, choosing to ignore what feels to him like patronizing bullshit about the lack of need for threats. It makes him feel better being around him, and he needs every little bit of security he can scrabble together.]
Well there's one thing we agree on. [He grumbles with a hash snarl to the edge of his tone. Then looks at Reaper like he just suggested they hug… even though he's really struggling with this bandage because everything hurts.] What? No! The hell makes you think I want your presence closer to me? You just said it was torture.
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As he does this, he's listening to Reaper talk about powers gotten by Moira… which has him pausing and tensing.] …She gave you yours.
[It's barely a question and his voice is even more guarded than it has been as he says it. More things they have in common, the opposite of what he wants. Everything he's afraid of. However, at the same time… it makes Reaper possibly the only person here right now who can really help him understand his own. Something he is not going to voice… or even pursue. It would have to be extremely dire if he ever did that. A voice in his ear laughs that it's long past that point.
He shakes his head free of that voice. Or tries… they never leave him completely, they fade in and out but have been increasing as his corruption has increased. Then he lets out a 'psh' sound at all the rest of what Reaper says, choosing to ignore what feels to him like patronizing bullshit about the lack of need for threats. It makes him feel better being around him, and he needs every little bit of security he can scrabble together.]
Well there's one thing we agree on. [He grumbles with a hash snarl to the edge of his tone. Then looks at Reaper like he just suggested they hug… even though he's really struggling with this bandage because everything hurts.] What? No! The hell makes you think I want your presence closer to me? You just said it was torture.