[Another wave of dizziness sweeps over him, blood spilling thick and soaking his clothes and he's not healing he's not healing, something is terribly horribly wrong and when Julius' words come the fear that had been almost present in the Dog's face becomes suddenly, sickeningly overt. Did his implants glitch-- they must have done, mustn't they? There is no other explanation for this and if that's the case then what does this mean is he malfunctioning faulty falling apart? Something comes over him, then, a sharp twist of pain that fills up his head and behind his eyes there's the image of a room, a library he thinks, Mother standing on a balcony above him and he's still and straight as he glances up as he sees her face--
("you look like you have something to say. Go ahead." "When this mission is done...I'd like to take some personal time." "Personal time?" "I want to see him...one more time..." "Do as you wish. However, don't lose sight of the main goal." "I know." "Then take care, my dear Giovanni.")
--She turns away from him and just like that it's gone, but with that dissipation comes a hot-penny taste in his mouth sliding slick along his throat and there's blood, more blood, splattering his face from his nose. His thoughts scud back to the strange fleeting visions he'd had at Rhys' Lethian retreat, the pain in his head and the sudden sick feeling, flashes and starts of something like memory (perhaps a dream?) that both did and didn't belong to him.
There's something wrong. There's something wrong with him. If he's breaking, if he's flawed, they'll put him down. They'll dispose of him.]
No...no...
[he shakes his head, grits his teeth, tries to push himself back to his feet despite the cresting nausea in him, the black clouds that threaten to swallow him up, drag him down into unconsciousness.]
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[Another wave of dizziness sweeps over him, blood spilling thick and soaking his clothes and he's not healing he's not healing, something is terribly horribly wrong and when Julius' words come the fear that had been almost present in the Dog's face becomes suddenly, sickeningly overt. Did his implants glitch-- they must have done, mustn't they? There is no other explanation for this and if that's the case then what does this mean is he malfunctioning faulty falling apart? Something comes over him, then, a sharp twist of pain that fills up his head and behind his eyes there's the image of a room, a library he thinks, Mother standing on a balcony above him and he's still and straight as he glances up as he sees her face--
("you look like you have something to say. Go ahead."
"When this mission is done...I'd like to take some personal time."
"Personal time?"
"I want to see him...one more time..."
"Do as you wish. However, don't lose sight of the main goal."
"I know."
"Then take care, my dear Giovanni.")
--She turns away from him and just like that it's gone, but with that dissipation comes a hot-penny taste in his mouth sliding slick along his throat and there's blood, more blood, splattering his face from his nose. His thoughts scud back to the strange fleeting visions he'd had at Rhys' Lethian retreat, the pain in his head and the sudden sick feeling, flashes and starts of something like memory (perhaps a dream?) that both did and didn't belong to him.
There's something wrong. There's something wrong with him. If he's breaking, if he's flawed, they'll put him down. They'll dispose of him.]
No...no...
[he shakes his head, grits his teeth, tries to push himself back to his feet despite the cresting nausea in him, the black clouds that threaten to swallow him up, drag him down into unconsciousness.]
I'm fine...it's nothing, I'm f-fine...
[Except he isn't fine at all.]