[The device is sitting on a hospital table, and Sorrow is lying in the nearby bed. He's clean -- fairly miraculous, considering the way he looked before -- and thus is about as white as the sheets as he stares into the ether from his vantage point against the pillow. There's an impressive train of stitches across the left side of his face, where ( Read more... )

The City certainly has good quality facilities here in the hospital. Alphonse, Penny, the doctor whose name I still don't know, thank you. At least the sidhe didn't manage to open my lethal wound altogether, or my brain would be damaged beyond repair. Unfortunately, dying once restores my entire perception; having that eye damaged again simply ( Read more... )