.VII.: septem regnum || END ; voice
[the communicator transmission starts and there's a small amount of scraping against the speaker heard before it stops and the line idles in fizzling quiet. He's given up trying to grab for it and make use of it
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Caim isn't stupid. He's never been the friendliest to anyone-both with these foreigners and in his life before them‐and while he's never been cruel, he's more than well aware his actions have always deserved him some malice. To end up in a little bit of a helpless position like this could never be good when people subject to his personality were floating around.
Still, while his caution is clear (and maybe that's just because he's crunched up against a wall and now he's pressing back against it just a little more defensively at the question), his only real reaction is to stare up at the other in his typical blank way, albeit a little more cold than normal because he'd really just like to be left alone, perhaps to die in this street in his misery. Failure after failure. Or perhaps he 's sick of it all. The magisters all returning. Dai. Ava. Belin. Gaea.
Were they going to go through this again?
He doesn't want to.
He takes a moment longer than normal to respond, and when he does, his words are slow, but he's determined to say them as steadily as possible despite his condition, because he really doesn't want to sound any more helpless than he already looks. ...And already sounded.]
...Yes. What of it?
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But there's no disdain in his gaze, only impassivity as he runs his eyes up and down the other man's body, taking note of and cataloging each injury in his mind. The injuries seem serious, some perhaps even fatal after some time.
Hibari hoods his eyes slightly, contemplative.
He isn't a man like Rokudo Mukuro, who thinks about nothing but his own benefit and play games with others for the sake of it. But he isn't a person who is altruistic or even kind. True, there is information that he has to retrieve, questions he wants answered, but he isn't going to withhold help just because of this. ]
Nothing. [ For now.
Standing up in one fluid motion, he steps forward until he is closer to the Ice Magister. He reaches out a hand. ]
You seem in need of assistance.
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Assistance.
No.
He needs more than that. A grace. A second chance to restart. To change everything he thought he was doing right. To make everything he though didn't matter matter. But that's not possible. And quite honestly, although Caim isn't positive of this yet, he's not sure if assistance is, either. Something isn't right. She's injured him time and time before, worse than this, closer to death than this, and yet he's never felt the tug more violently nor more slowly than he does now. And something certainly isn't working, either, because he's not healing as fast as he should be and he can't remember the last time he bled this much.
-Wait, yes he can, and he doesn't want to think about that, because then the wall suddenly isn't such a safehaven anymore.]
I can't move.
[Caim knows he shouldn't say it and hint further just how hurt he is, but this conversation is at a point already that it's quite obvious, anyway.]
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Scanning his surroundings again, he narrows his eyes at the buildings around him. He draws out his transmitter, registering that he is, for the moment, in a safe area. Then, he turns back to look at the Ice Magister again.
When he comes to a decision, it is obvious from the smoothing of his brow and the set of his shoulders. He moves immediately, walking forward and then dropping down again, making a grab for the magister's arm to swing it over his shoulders.
If the man can't move, then Hibari will help him move. ]
There are safer places than this wall. [ A simple, firm statement. ]
You need medical attention.
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So he doesn't know what to do and thus does nothing, blank blank and still blank. He's puzzled to complete oblivion. The only thing that catches his attention is the comment about medical attention.]
...From who.
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She couldn't fight without him. He couldn't fight without her.
He was hurt. She could feel it deep in her gut, tugging at her insides, and she wasn't sure what had happened, what had occurred to make this happen, but that hardly mattered right then.
He was hurt, and she was silently raging, gloved fingers latched tightly around the hilt of her weapon as she drifted through the streets toward the location she assumed he was in. It didn't take her long to find him, and she didn't even stop when she saw the man that was standing next to him. Her expression didn't even falter, and all she had to do was give him a short glance before she recognized who he was. ]
Hibari Kyouya.
[ Her voice was cool, calm, emotionless, and the tip of her weapon dug into the ground beneath her as she regarded the man with something of an impassive, unreadable expression.
She'd been there long enough to be familiar with everyone in the city.
And then blue eyes were flicking back in the direction of her partner, casting one long look down his injured frame before she jerked her attention back over to Hibari. ]
I'll attend to him.
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(At the back of his mind, he notes that the Ice Magister is rather heavy for a man who has lost who much blood, and that Hibari might have overextended himself, especially after the fight with Genkishi and the injuries he had incurred.
He ignores this. His body has always been an extension of his will.)
When the woman appears, his eyes simply slide over to her, no startlement in his movements. He is surprised by both her appearance and that she knows his name, but none of that shows in his expression, which remains as cold and blank as ever.
For a moment, her weapon fascinates him. It is something he has never seen before, a sword with a strange, nearly-fantastical design on both the hilt and the blade. But his gaze return back to hers soon enough, and he gives a short, curt nod of acknowledgement. ]
Magister. [ Because that is who she is, isn't it? One of them, in any case.
He lifts an eyebrow. This is troublesome - he has questions to ask them both, and he knows perfectly well that he won't get them answered if he lets the Ice Magister go with this one.
However, what is the use of hounding the both of them now? Hibari won't get the information he needs either - it is obvious that both of their priorities is to get his injuries looked after. ]
Very well. [ And he shifts slightly, offering to transfer the Ice Magister's weight to her. ]
There are a few questions that I needed answered, but I suppose they are inconsequential now.
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