and the world kept spinning in circles

[misguidedherald]

He's delirious. Surely he's delirious. It's impossible that the crowded, narrow, dirty streets he'd been running through simply ended up being swapped with a beach, of all things! He must be delirious, because nothing else can explain this, even with the sand currently getting into his shoes as he stumbles about like a drunk

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[misguidedherald]

He doesn't understand much of the other's words, save for the part about settling down -- something which makes Judai bite his tongue fiercely, using the distinctly sharp stab of pain in order to focus a bit.

That's what one of them said -- they'd thought him little more than a dirt-poor, scared, cornered teenager, who could be taken into custody with little effort, if they knew what to say or do. After all, a kid that wasn't even seventeen years old couldn't really be guilty of murdering seven people in such a vicious manner, right?.

How wrong they'd been.

Pushing himself on his back, Judai glowers quietly at the other's blurred silhouette -- saving up the strength that would have been wasted on words in order to slowly gather power in the fingers of his left hand, fingers curling in the sand. Just a little closer now, he fiercely thinks to himself, delirious with the loss of blood and pushed into despair by the thought of dying without a fight.... and without making certain that those deaths weren't as pointless or as senseless as they had seemed.

[blood_haou]

Juudai, with Yubel's help, has enough control that he doesn't pounce and start licking the blood off of his injured alter. He can tell that said alter isn't in good mental condition, either. He can tell the power is being gathered; it's the same power that he shares, after all.

"You don't have to do that. I'm not going to hurt you. You're hurt and I want to help you." He can't be sure if that will really help, but he's also prepared to defend himself, in such a way that won't cause his alter any harm.

[misguidedherald]

He doesn't catch all that much from his alter's statement yet again -- more the tone itself, even warped and garbled as it appears to sound right now. There's some form of reassurance in there -- and that gives Judai pause for a second, even dazed and so very confused as he is at the moment.

In the end, he remains perfectly still -- dark power still lying gathered between his fingertips, ready for use at any second. No certainty, something small and insidious whispers in his ear. No certainty, because the last time Judai let his guard down, he was temporarily stripped of his power to see his own cards and touched by that unspeakable force.

[blood_haou]

"You need to get that blood off your leg and get it checked out." Juudai steps a little closer, cautiously. He can't tell from here exactly what the problem is, and he really wishes that he knew something about healing. At a sudden thought, he extends his own aura of power towards this alter, hoping that will reassure him as to the fact Juudai means him no harm.

[misguidedherald]

He lets out a shocked gasp at the feel of that -- the Gentle Darkness, he wouldn't be able to mistake it even in the middle of a thousand different powers being unleashed all at once! -- before instinctively releasing the charge that had been gathering within his palm. For offense or for something else.... even Judai himself doesn't quite know, his thoughts far too jumbled in order to let him make sense of it all.

[blood_haou]

Juudai can see how confused and disoriented the other is, and is able to avoid being hurt even by accident by the gathered power. He continues to step forward with his own power stretched outward.

"I'll clean that up for you." As much as licking the blood off appeals to him, he keeps himself under control and hurries to a nearby stream. He tears off a piece of his shirt and gets it wet, then comes back, ready to clean up his alter.