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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[hollowlightwave]

[Ohay, I heard you needed a healer?

Have a Light!Juudai relaxing on the beach and watching the waves. He does initially sense the alter's power, but doesn't really bother to acknowledge it until he turns to glance idly in his direction and sees him limping and trying to tear strips off his shirt to tie around his leg. He stands up and calls to him as he staggers closer, probably without even really realizing where he's going.]

...Hey, uh, need some help there?

[...Though I think we all know how this is going to turn out.]

[misguidedherald]

Judai is so out of it by now that he doesn't quite manage to fully process the other's words -- he hears them, but they have the same fuzzy, almost muffled quality to his ears as just about everything else around him, almost as if someone's managed to stick his head underwater.

The meaning of the request itself -- if it even is a request, he can't be fully certain of that -- eludes him completely. The other might have just as well asked whether he likes the beach.... or whether he makes it a frequent hobby of his to bleed all over the place

[hollowlightwave]

So don't move.

[He stands up after stating the obvious, brushing sand off his pants, and trots over to the injured alter, eyes locked on his left thigh. He kneels down and tries to hover a hand over it, small little trails of light being emitted from his fingertips.]

Hold on a second...

[misguidedherald]

Judai manages to understand the imperative in the other's voice, rather than the intent of the words per se -- and there's something about it that's very jarring to him, almost as if he were missing some important detail seen only in disturbing little sections.

He glares in a rather unfocused manner, through sweat-streaked bangs -- there's something very wrong here, Judai can almost feel it in his bones -- but doesn't do much else, because it takes a good deal of his willpower to keep himself from potentially losing consciousness.

[blood_haou]

[He's exploring, sort of looking for lunch, and then sniffs ...is that blood? Yes, that's blood! Oddly familiar scent to it, but blood! He tracks it down and blinks as he comes around a bush and spies the source. Oh, so that's why it's familiar. It's him. Another him, anyway. He hurries on over, trying to restrain himself from tackling the not-so-fast food]

Hey! Settle down, you're going to hurt yourself more.

[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

[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.