[That is a nice sentiment, Lucas, but Equius already got help from Vriska. His bandage is already soaked through with blood, and he's just sitting quietly in a dark corner of the laboratory, sweating and breathing a little heavily.
He glances up at Lucas when he comes in, gesturing for him to lock the door behind himself. He wasn't lying: there is an impressive four-part deadbolt attached to the door and doorframe.]
He misunderstood me...and he refused to respect my privacy, even after I explained myself to him. So we...fought.
[Lucas is concerned, but he is expressly Not Pleased. He locks the door and walks towards him, sitting next to him, uninvited.]
You don't fight people over a misunderstanding. Come on. There are other ways to deal with this shit.
[Okay, considering who he is, that's probably stupid to say--but maybe Equius doesn't know that. He scowls at his arm and touches the bandage, checking it.] What'd he do?
[He hesitates and lets Equius settle back on the ground next to him, cringing. Shit. Lucas lets himself be pushed away, and gently takes Equius's arm to start unwrapping it.]
[Equius keeps staring at his knees woefully. He nods slightly, hissing when the dressings stick to his skin. Quite a bit of the flesh covering the outside of his bicep and tricep is completely gone, as well as a tiny bit of the muscle itself, though that part at least seems to have been cauterized by the blast of energy.]
...Yes. Y-yes. He just...makes me so angry. On p-purpose. He knows that I'm...not w-well. He knows. And yet he still d-did this to me.
[Lucas glares at the wound like that might fix it--and then slowly starts to clean it again, wiping the excess blood off before covering it in new wrapping, adding a bit of numbing anti-bacterial cream to the bandage.]
But he isn't well, either. Is he?
He doesn't have a moirail. Either.
It seems like maybe you two could relate to each other...instead of being at each other's throats. [He secures the bandage.]
[Equius lets himself whimper in pain as Lucas cleans his arm, in a way that he wouldn't, earlier, when Vriska was helping him. He digs his fingers into his own leg.]
I wasn't even speaking to him. I...I only wanted the suite to be empty, so that I could say good-bye to Nepeta in peace.
And he had...to invade my privacy, simply for the s-sake of disobeying me. He had no r-reason to be there at that moment. He only went because he wanted to go against w-what I wanted.
...All seadwellers are the same. Lousy...w-wretched...s-spiteful vermin. He has no r-respect for me. Or for Nepeta.
also wtf are you and eridan pestering about
are you seriously bitching at each other right now
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D --> Ampora is a miserable, rude piece of trash
D --> And he assaulted me
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are you hurt??
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What the fuck happened?
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He glances up at Lucas when he comes in, gesturing for him to lock the door behind himself. He wasn't lying: there is an impressive four-part deadbolt attached to the door and doorframe.]
He misunderstood me...and he refused to respect my privacy, even after I explained myself to him. So we...fought.
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You don't fight people over a misunderstanding. Come on. There are other ways to deal with this shit.
[Okay, considering who he is, that's probably stupid to say--but maybe Equius doesn't know that. He scowls at his arm and touches the bandage, checking it.] What'd he do?
And--fuck. Is he hurt, too?
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[And he's still upset. Not about what Eridan was saying, though. He grunts in pain when Lucas touches the bandage.]
He shot me with his...wand. Whatever it is. It vaporized my skin.
He is hurt significantly less, relatively speaking.
[He sniffs, glaring at his own knees.]
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[Lucas reaches over and picks Equius up as gently as he can, gathering him in his lap and fussing over him.]
A lot of people are disrespectful. People upset me all the time. But you can't...you should've avoided that.
What would Nepeta say?
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Don't...I d-don't want to be touched.
[He tries to push Lucas away without applying any real force.]
Just...just re-dress the wound, if you want to help. It's s-soaked through.
[/Still not looking at him. His voice is quiet and strained.]
...I...I know. I know that it was wrong. The sound he made, I...
...I don't. Hurt. People. Like that. I threaten, yes, but...n-never. I never attack anyone.
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...I know, kid.
So you just...lost your temper?
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...Yes. Y-yes. He just...makes me so angry. On p-purpose. He knows that I'm...not w-well. He knows. And yet he still d-did this to me.
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But he isn't well, either. Is he?
He doesn't have a moirail. Either.
It seems like maybe you two could relate to each other...instead of being at each other's throats. [He secures the bandage.]
There.
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I wasn't even speaking to him. I...I only wanted the suite to be empty, so that I could say good-bye to Nepeta in peace.
And he had...to invade my privacy, simply for the s-sake of disobeying me. He had no r-reason to be there at that moment. He only went because he wanted to go against w-what I wanted.
...All seadwellers are the same. Lousy...w-wretched...s-spiteful vermin. He has no r-respect for me. Or for Nepeta.
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