[ Flynn breathes, unable to keep the quiet part quiet. The tattered remains of the coat, their proximity—this is no ordinary beast, and worse: it is someone he knows. Someone he was going to visit tomorrow with completed charts and a vague sense of hopeful pride that he'd managed to memorize a good portion of the body's systems. Beasthood follows corruption, they know that, and that means Nehan must have been fighting it for a while, during their lessons, even.
Flynn's heart thuds into his ribs as his hand curls tightly around his sword. He doesn't know the large person with them, but he must have realized the same if he's offering to do something like that. They still don't know how to bring people back from the edge. There is no solution that Flynn knows, no tonic they could shove down the throat of one of the heads to turn him back (and they could be wrong, he reminds himself), but—
They have to try, don't they? ]
Understood.
[ Directed at both of them, soft and sure. Flynn's eyes narrow. Daisy paces across the beast's path, her tail flicking, her ears sharp and alert. ]
We will distract it while you try to put him— it— to sleep. If you fail, we must attack. Diluc is correct: he cannot get close to town. The market is busy this evening.
[ Full of people who it is their duty to protect. They can't fail. Flynn slips from Daisy's back in one smooth move. ]
Daisy, go!
[ She at the very least looks like prey, four-legged and soft-bellied, and makes a break for the beast (for Nehan, Flynn reminds himself, magic flaring bright beneath his feet) as he speaks. ]
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[ Flynn breathes, unable to keep the quiet part quiet. The tattered remains of the coat, their proximity—this is no ordinary beast, and worse: it is someone he knows. Someone he was going to visit tomorrow with completed charts and a vague sense of hopeful pride that he'd managed to memorize a good portion of the body's systems. Beasthood follows corruption, they know that, and that means Nehan must have been fighting it for a while, during their lessons, even.
Flynn's heart thuds into his ribs as his hand curls tightly around his sword. He doesn't know the large person with them, but he must have realized the same if he's offering to do something like that. They still don't know how to bring people back from the edge. There is no solution that Flynn knows, no tonic they could shove down the throat of one of the heads to turn him back (and they could be wrong, he reminds himself), but—
They have to try, don't they? ]
Understood.
[ Directed at both of them, soft and sure. Flynn's eyes narrow. Daisy paces across the beast's path, her tail flicking, her ears sharp and alert. ]
We will distract it while you try to put him— it— to sleep. If you fail, we must attack. Diluc is correct: he cannot get close to town. The market is busy this evening.
[ Full of people who it is their duty to protect. They can't fail. Flynn slips from Daisy's back in one smooth move. ]
Daisy, go!
[ She at the very least looks like prey, four-legged and soft-bellied, and makes a break for the beast (for Nehan, Flynn reminds himself, magic flaring bright beneath his feet) as he speaks. ]