Round and round we go [CLOSED LOG]
Who: Envy [virulentfacade] and Zexion [pretexts]
What: Envy's about ten minutes from dying. He needs some help!!!!!!!!
When: Immediately following the end of this log. So Thursday night.
Where: Zexion's cabin.
Warnings: BLOOD. Everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
( Tell me what you gone and done now )
What: Envy's about ten minutes from dying. He needs some help!!!!!!!!
When: Immediately following the end of this log. So Thursday night.
Where: Zexion's cabin.
Warnings: BLOOD. Everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
( Tell me what you gone and done now )
Envy needed his stones. That was all. If he could get them--even just a few--he'd be all right. Everything would be all right. There were some in his cabin. There were some in Greed's bar. Some in Greed's cabin. Some stashed away in various areas on at least each floor of the ship.
And some in here. But where? Where'd he put them? His eyes scanned what they could see. It was so hard to think. The room wasn't clear. Things over there were blurred and things over here were doubled. There were stones somewhere. Somewhere.
It felt like there was blood seeping into every inch of Envy's skin. When had it last been this bad? Being born had been bad. But that hadn't been the result of a fight. It hadn't been the result of someone attacking him. Had it ever been so bad before? The fingers of one hand pressed into the carpet.
Where did it hurt the most?
Envy started laughing; that only made it hurt more. The laughter was strained. Laced with pain. But genuine. Where did it hurt the most. Literally? Figuratively? Where did it hurt as of now or where did it always hurt?
Everywhere, he thought. It hurts everywhere.
But, said a voice in the back of his numb mind, that's not so different from what it always is.
It would be all right. Everything was going to be all right because he wouldn't die. He couldn't die. Out of all the seven homunculi he'd been the only one to survive. Over the years they'd had to replace some here and there. And in the end every last one, except for him, had died. He wasn't meant to die.
Fuck, it hurt.
The blood welled in the back of his throat and that, coupled with the lack of the ability to even really be annoyed, made the bite of his insult disappear: "You're so stupid, Zexion."
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