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[samael_diablo]

What is he thinking, when they go through the door?

Many things, but on one level there is the simple fact of replay, of fighting and blood and dust and someone screaming. There are many places that would fit, but on this day in this world one of them aligns perfectly

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[giftedthom]

Thom lies silently for a while, feeling as if the world can hear his heart throbbing overtime.

Maybe it'll burst.

Blood and oxygen and so he struggles for air in short sudden gasps, the reflexive last breath of any man drowning.

At this point the important thing is not to --

To what?

To let go . . . ?

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer watches him without moving, taking in the way the purple-shaded power works and heals. Slowly. Wounds are pulling together, but the blood remains.

"Can you manage?" he asks eventually. Not really an offer of help, but enough of one.

[giftedthom]

He laughs a little, when he can. "Alanna's the healer in the family. Not me."

A kind of acceptance.

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer appears to consider this.

His fingertips lie on Thom's wrist, briefly.