of guilt ;; {!ACTION} [for Casimiro]

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[And true to his word he was there for eight. He had woken an hour prior to leaving, since things were different now. He had trouble dressing, and it wounded his pride but the drone woman had helped him with his shirt, and with the eyepatch. Finas was still unsure with his footing, since he felt a little off balance and he was not used to having

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[bethebetterman]

[And Casimiro had been waiting around rather impatiently until that time. Since he'd taken the day off, he'd just been idling around the house, shooing off his drone wife when she came asking what was wrong and if he wanted casserole or lasagna for dinner. So when he heard the knock at the door, he hurried to open it.

And when he did, he just stood in the doorway staring. What. Where was Finas' eye? Where was his arm??]

... Fuck, what- what happened?

[And suddenly an idea entered his head, and he was bristling.]

Did that asshole do this?!

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No... It's what I sacrificed.

[Stepping forward, more in to the light, deathly pale... his good eye that familiar red. He was squinting slightly, not quite used to the blinding glare of indoor lighting.]

I'm sorry, I should have told you over the phone, but I figured you would prefer to hear it face to face.

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[Cas closed the door, his eyes not leaving Finas. His anger simmered down upon hearing that, and his voice lowered.]

...Sacrificed? So then, you got it back...

[He certainly looked pale enough, and the red eye was certainly an indication. But still, losing an arm and an eye for that?]

Why the hell did you do that?! What the fuck happened while I was gone?

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It was the last straw, Casimiro. Mr. Arainai forced my hand by killing you. I was not going to die by that man.

[Lowering his gaze, sighing heavily.]

Be upset with me if you must... But I have no regrets, I would do it again.