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3rd Ideal Sephira: Headaches

[(BROKEN) Private filter]

[there's silence for awhile before there's suddenly a popping noise and a quiet hiss of pain. a drop of blood appears on the journal, which Dextera tries and fails to wipe away before writing something down.]

Slower. Getting worse. Fluid isn't working anymore.

[and with that lovely cryptic message done and him unaware that the filter isn't working, the mute writes something else down. this he would like an answer to since his head had been killing him since he got back.]

Can I ask if there's something you can do if your head won't stop hurting?

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Dextera?

Have you tried medicine? What part of your head ails you?

[oh hey, it's Ashura!]

My whole head. It's a headache, I think? Bad. Maybe for my loss.

[because it only happened when he tried to think about someone. Dextera wasn't that bright, but he still could put the pieces together.]

Still, perhaps we should see you to the clinic, although I do know a few teas that might help if you do not wish to see them.

I'm okay with going to the clinic. Things there might help.

[or maybe you should stop thinking about whatever your loss is so you don't get a headache in the first place Dextera...]

All right. Tell me where you are and I will come and escort you there. I don't want you falling down stairs or collapsing in the hall.

My room.

[there's the sound of him shuffling around for a second.]

521.

All right, I shall be there sharply.

_{[He sighed and rose, hurrying to the room and knocking sharply on the door once there.]}

Dextera? It is Ashura. Let me in?

[there's the sound of the lock being undone before Dextera opens the door. hello there Ashura! how's it going?]

_{[Ashura smiled, seeing the other, and could not help but hug the other. He had missed him! It was good to have him back.]}

Good to see you again. I am sorry one of our first meetings is to take you to the infirmary.

[the hug catches him off guard for a second but he returns it, however awkward it might be. but Dextera is happy to see you too! it was nice to be back.

he backs up a little so he can scribble something down.]

It's okay. I think it might have been better to go before it got this bad. Thank you for telling me.

Well, we shall see what is wrong and have it taken care of. I am sure Felix will want to know too, but we can inform him once we get a doctor's report.

_{[He smiled and motioned for Dextera to come along.]}

[it'll probably be something you'll have to remind Dextera to tell Felix about...

he'll start following but quickly writes something down for the way there.]

Can I ask how you're doing?

_{[He smiles at the other's concern.]}

Well enough. It has been interesting, the past months, but you have missed nothing of to much import.

How have you been? I have not seen you in age.

I've been okay. Everything seems the same here.

[even though valentine's day was weird for him.]

More or less, I suppose. It has been rather quiet of late - nothing drastic, simply... odd or frustrating, in the usual sense of the Castle.

Nothing too bad?

[he knew the castle would do bad things on occasion, after all.]

No, not to bad. At least, not enough to give any of us nightmares again, I would think. It is been rather benign of late.

'benign'? I don't think I know that word.

Ah, benign is to... to not want to cause harm, to not mean harm. It is the opposite of malignant, as kind is the opposite of malicious.

Are you okay...? Do you need someone to come and take a look at it? I--

[5 catches sight of the drop of blood on the page, and promptly drops his train of thought. How could he be so stupid? He's the only one of his race here, and he knows nothing about 'fixing' humans; he was acting on an impulsive desire to help and heal others, and in this case it was a foolish one.]

O-oh, wait... I... I'm sorry. I didn't think-- I-I can't--

[it's a full minute before Dextera responds. he thought that was going to be private...]

It's okay. My body fixes itself.

[he tries wiping the blood away and gets nowhere.]

Thank you though.

[Noting that this person seems to prefer speaking via text, 5 attempts to scribble a reply instead of speaking; his handwriting is awkward and clumsy due to his lack of experience, and is a little hard to read.]

Fixes itself? How is that possible? If it's all right for me to ask that...

[there's a reason for that but it's nice that you're writing too.]

I don't mind. It puts itself back together. Kind of like stitching but it doesn't leave marks. Can still die though.

[not that death sticks to him for long.

Wow... that's amazing! If only it were like that for everyone... I'm just sorry that I can't help, I didn't stop to think you were probably human until after I'd already said something. I wouldn't know the first thing about fixing you...

But I really hope your head stops hurting.

[There's a bit of a pause before he writes any more, as if he isn't sure what to add.]

Sorry if I got your hopes up that I could make it better.

[oh....that was the first time someone had said his regeneration was amazing.]

It's okay. I think it'll fix itself soon. But thank you for trying.

[He feels rather hopeless, not being able to help people like he used to. Perhaps he could learn, if he set his mind to it...]

But... I didn't really do anything. I'd like to be able to, at some point. Then again, I'm not sure you would need my help even if I could be of use...

[an offer to help is still an amazing thing to Dextera, still sadly unused to receiving it.]

Maybe. I can't fix myself all the time. But being asked 'do you need help?' is nice.

Don't people normally ask that when someone is hurt? I always have...

Different back home for me.

[though it's not something he blames anyone for. no one besides himself could understand pain all that well.]

[Even in the cruel world 5 came from, the few people he had were all more or less willing to help one another. That somebody has genuinely never experienced that kind of generosity hurts him very much to hear.]

Oh...

Well, things should be different now. You're here, and you're not alone. I wouldn't want anyone to be hurt and have no one to help them.

[there's a bit of a humming noise on the other end.]

Yes. It's different but I think I like it. The people here are nice like you.

Oh-- thank you.

I wasn't expecting everyone here to be so kind, either, actually. It seems like a much nicer place than what people say.

I think it's nice too. Sometimes bad things do happen here but it's not too bad.

[though it might be because this place was better than Dextera's own home though...]

I haven't seen much bad happen yet, aside from what everyone was saying about the journal filters breaking. And even then, well... it could be a lot worse, I think.

I've only been here a few days, though. So maybe I wouldn't know.

Some bad things have happened before but not a lot. It isn't too bad when it's not happening though.

[he's not getting into the time when everyone could go into each others heads, nope. bad memories.]

That really sounds okay, y'know? Maybe I can deal with a few things like that now and again if living here is usually peaceful. ... It's much better than what I had. I know that much.

It sounds like that might be the case for you, too... forgive me if I'm wrong.

[there's a long pause before Dextera writes anything else.]

You're right. It's a little better here but I have to go back soon.

You do? ... Why is that? How do you know you'll be going back?

I went away before but came back. Maybe when it decides to let me go I'll stay.

[there's another pause here as Dextera has to think up a reason without getting into the real reason.]

I have to go back because it's my home. Things to do.

There's still work to be done, huh...

[He's glad he doesn't have that to think about, since his world is more or less safe now. Even if he didn't live long enough to get a chance to enjoy it, at least he doesn't feel like he's leaving his friends behind to deal with a heap of problems on their own.]

You must care a lot. That's a good reason to want to go back.

['care', hun?]

Yes. I need to do these things so I have to go back soon. Can I ask who you are?

[bit of a topic changer but he wanted off the topic of home for awhile.]

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