32nd Sphere

[child_abuser]

[Anyone passing by 752 Partridge on Sunday will see Jecht lying face down in the middle of the beach on his front lawn.  His entire body is more or less covered in scars - both the ones he got from working in the factories in Soviet Mayfield, as well as the ones he earned in Spira defending Lord Braska on the Pilgrimage.  He's definitely breathing

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[wristsniper]

[Staring down at him, arms crossed. She's examined the evidence in silence, and finally voices her conclusion:]

I know you won't die that easily.

[child_abuser]

[Has been having trouble with it, but he wills his body to roll over upon hearing Olivier's voice. The scars from the factory have almost all ripped themselves back open, and are bleeding openly. As a bonus, they now also all have sand in them. Jecht just grins and chokes out a low grunting laugh.]

"Heh. Hey there."

[wristsniper]

Laying in the sand was completely idiotic, Jecht. [Offers a hand?]

[child_abuser]

"Couldn't really help it. Passed out there hours ago."

[Takes the hand up. Feel honored, Olivier - he's swatted everyone else's hands away.]

[wristsniper]

Well, you look like potential carrion.

[The toughness gets through to people eventually.

Olivier pulls one of his arms around her shoulders and takes his weight on herself.]

Inside or outside? I'll get you cleaned up.

[child_abuser]

"Inside's fine."

[Leans on Olivier, walking inside.]

[wristsniper]

Hn. [She opens the door and helps him inside, taking him to the easiest to clean part of the home: the bathroom. She flips the toilet top closed and eases him down before reaching over to turn on the water and grabbing a hand towel.

She doesn't speak; she doesn't have anything to say.]

[child_abuser]

[Sighs a little, just sitting there.]

[wristsniper]

[She wets the towel and hands it over to him, then begins indelicately removing some of the sand from any wounds he can't reach.]

What are you thinking?

[child_abuser]

[Soaks up blood and whatnot.]

"...You should already know."

[wristsniper]

[She scoffs quietly. Is he too proud, completely foolish, or just like her? The answer is pointless to contemplate.

She just cleans the wounds with her considerably rough bedside manner.]

You know, bleeding everywhere doesn't make you look strong or impressive.

[child_abuser]

[Grits his teeth.]

"So fucking weak. This isn't good enough."

[wristsniper]

You're injured. Even I had to sit out from the battle that saved my country and all the people in it because I got hurt.

[She stops for a moment.]

Do you want to carry something like that with you for the rest of your life?

[child_abuser]

[Stops, looking her straight in the eye.]

"That true...? You missed the big fight? Hell..."

[wristsniper]

[Oh. Hm. That still hurts, somewhere deep down, being called normal and useless that day. She knew it was true, but it still... She speaks quietly.]

Yes. There wasn't time to heal me before the end. I fought my way to the location and was cast away, even by my own men. I wasn't needed.

That's... not important, though. What I mean is, if we're going to do something big, be it tomorrow or a month from now, I want you in it, and I want you ready. So get these fixed.

[child_abuser]

[Just nods quietly. That really seems to have hit a nerve with Jecht. When he responds, it's without any of his usual theatrics - just a very sincere seriousness.]

"...You got it."