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[whatwas]

[It's possible Horst is the happiest person in Adstring right now. He's outside, lounging on the grass, in the sun.]

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[ff_red_turk]

At least it makes someone happy.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Not you, though, I take it?

[ff_red_turk]

I ... don't know.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

You don't know if you're affected?

[ff_red_turk]

I don't know if I'm happy about it.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Why is that?

[ff_red_turk]

[Vincent holds up his bloodied claw. It's been sort of patched up, but it's quite obvious it's just ... not stopping, and that he's slowly getting exhausted from both the blood loss and the pain.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst straightens, panicked.]

Have you been to a healer? Someone with bandages? I have a few here still, from caring for Allen--

[ff_red_turk]

I have supplies, but ...

[He clearly looks reluctant to say the next words, but he doesn't have much of a choice.]

It's difficult to do with just one hand.

[Meaning he would really appreciate some help even though he'd rather not die from it.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Let me help you.

[ff_red_turk]

...

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst arrives fast, carrying bandages. He's a wee bit out of breath by then, but his attention is fully on Vincent.]

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[ff_red_turk]

[Vincent is sitting outside of the house he shares with Madara.

Having rediscovered the joy of being human, he's had to go and scavenge for food when he doesn't normally eat, to try and sleep when he usually doesn't - and deal with the nightmares as a consequence - and to deal with the fatigue that comes with constant blood loss and pain.

All this to say, this is a rather gaunt looking Vincent that's sitting there.]