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WHO: Everybody
WHEN: Day 78, Post Game.
WHERE: @ Fallout Shelter ( for the winners ) & south of Twilight Lake, 6ft under ( for the losers )

WHAT:

[ Team ❤️ ( Jill, Ciaccona, Megumi, Monika ) & Team ♦️ ( Lyney, Mydei, Kaveh, Ratio ) & Team ♣️ ( Diluc, Jing Yuan, Lahabrea, Vil ) will all come to in a claustrophobic coffin six feet underground in the field that all of this craziness started in. you're still suffering from the hallucinations, paranoia, & honesty! which should definitely be a good time for somebody trapped in a wooden box. as for the necrosis, well, that seems to have taken care of itself... but once you're able to move and inspect yourself some more you'll find that you've got shrapnel from the collapsing bunker lodged in you. nothing fatal, but it's definitely painful and very likely bleeding. it can *only* be removed *with help*. you can't remove the pieces on your own. ]

[ Team ♠️ ( Brant, Aventurine, Castorice, Jayce ) & EVERYBODY ELSE will get a text message once the game ends with the coordinates of the woods that your friends are currently buried in. a follow-up simply says bring a shovel. this is probably confusing to those who didn't participate, but they'll find out what's what soon enough. ]

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If someone is dying and I'm non-fatally injured I'm not going to let them heal me first. [ He grabs Kaeya's hand and squeezes it tight, glare heating up. ]

I said nothing about 'dying.'

[ Drops his gaze to his and Diluc's hand, almost as if he's offended at the gesture. ]

And I said that if I was the worst off that I wouldn't say no if someone came up and offered healing. [ He releases Kaeya's hand, frowning. ]

Look at it in another way, then.

Take, for instance, how wounded my heart will be if I have to continue watching you in such pitiful states.

Kaeya, I just... if someone else is in more pain I can't just let that continue.

...So, you'd rather I watch you suffer in favor of someone else simply because you've most likely dulled most of your pain receptors?

[ He stands up and brushes himself off. ]

I understand swearing an oath to protect those who are otherwise unable to protect themselves, that's an oath I took and an oath you chose to forsake.

While this is likely ironic coming from me, it's not fair to come back to something as a means to redeem or make up your past sins or mistakes.

No amount of pain you put yourself through is going to absolve you of them, nor will it free you, but I suppose for you that's easier than seeking forgiveness outright.

[ He steps back and rounds the couch. ]

I'm going to shower. If you need me, feel free to knock.

That's not what... [ But Kaeya continues and as each accusation drops, Diluc finds his own rebuttals stuck in his throat. He could say it's not ~~only~~ that. He could argue the importance of triage in crisis situations. He could try to explain to Kaeya that it's not that he wants to suffer--especially doesn't want to make Kaeya suffer in seeing him like this. But none of the arguments leave Diluc's mouth as he finds all he can do is stare up at Kaeya with wide eyes. Not even when Kaeya leaves does Diluc gather enough composure to stop him.

...

His ribs feel like they might bruise, with how hard his heart is beating. His breaths coming shorter and shorter as he starts to panic. And when he hears footsteps coming from behind the couch he's about to get on his knees and beg Kaeya to believe him that he doesn't want to hurt him. That he's sorry. That he'll do better. That...

But it's not Kaeya that comes to face him. Not even the fake one. Not Adelinde. Not his Father.

He stares at his own eyes. Sometimes when something burns it feels cold, having damaged the nerves, and that's what he feels. He leans down into his space, arms folded behind his back, tilting his head at something insignificant. Worthless. Underserving.

"I didn't even need help, I ruined this all on my own." ]

I...

[ "No point to argue with me. I know what I did, what I've done, what I'll always do," he grasps Diluc's chin, "Without even trying."

Diluc shuts his eyes, hands over his ears, but the voice still comes in clear as daybreak at cloudless dawn.

"He loves me, I love him," the grip on his face tightens, "I hurt him. Because loving or being loved by me will always hurt."

Hot tears, his nails dig into his scalp in attempt to ground himself, biting his lip hard enough to bleed to keep quiet.

"If we ever return, it will be a blessing from the Archons, because I'll still be able to spare him from my love."

...

... ]

[ Maybe he shouldn't have left Diluc there, but he doubts he'll go far for the night, especially with the hallucinations.

Part of him wants to let Diluc wallow in his thoughts a moment, but the other part of him is conflicted the moment he strips out of his clothes and steps into the tub.

How annoying.

He stops the water with an irritable groan before stepping out of the tub, grabbing a towel and hastily wrapping it around himself. He slinks out of the bathroom, dripping wet with only the towel to catch some of the droplets, padding across the hall to wordlessly look for Diluc. ]

[ He looks up towards the shower, "Well, time to choose. Am I going to continue to be a burden to him? Or will I let him get some well-deserved rest?"

...

Quiet as he can, Diluc shifts to lay on the couch. Curled tight, face pressed into the cushion, body tilted so that his face is out of view, as he breathes as calm as he can. Mimicking sleep. ]

[ It's quite obvious enough Diluc hasn't actually been sleeping, likely brooding in silence instead as he is wont to do, so he moves over to the sofa and gently reaches out to touch Diluc's shoulder, shaking it. ]

Hey. Admittedly, I could have handled that better. It didn't sit right with me how I did. None of this was your fault today, and...

[ He pauses, chewing on his lip. ]

I shouldn't have left you alone. Certainly not when you're feeling this way.

[ Discreetly as he can, when Diluc shifts he tries to wipe away any tears left on his face. Clearing his throat when he speaks, hoping that the roughness can be chalked up to his 'nap'. ]

You were right though. [ Hoping that his emotional breakdown isn't too evident, Diluc sits up properly and turns around so that he's facing Kaeya. ] You should finish your shower, I'll be fine. The hot water will do well for your soreness. And I know you don't like dirt under your nails.

Then... what if I won't be?

Surely you'll extend the same courtesies to me as you would others, right? Well, I'm lonely and you being by my side will make me feel much better, so sacrifice some of your time for me.

[ That and he has a feeling it would help Diluc, as well. ]

I can mend some of your wounds from the shrapnel with cryo after or before -- whichever you prefer. They're not terribly deep, fortunately, and you already have more than enough scars.

Let's not add to the pile unecessarily.

I didn't mean that I wouldn't if you wanted me there. It was just clear I upset you.

[ He starts to get up, doing his best to ignore the silent judgement of his own shade, holding out his hand to Kaeya. ]

I should probably clean the wounds more thoroughly before anything. [ He thinks to suggest Kaeya doesn't need to waste the energy to heal him more. That he's done plenty for Diluc, more than he deserves. But from the previous conversation he knows how that will go. ] I'll do my best not to let them scar too bad...

[ Maybe he could use a burden to get rid of some of them. "Less unsightly for him, if you're going to keep this up with Kaeya," says the shade. ]

Edited 2025-07-15 01:14 (UTC)

Hmm, let me rephrase that: I will be mending your wounds -- it's simply a matter of when you'd like me to do it, which... you answered! So, with that in mind: let's go.

We're going to get you undressed and washed so I can heal you properly.

[ He fixes his gaze on the other, narrowing his eyes as he looks at Diluc's face a moment, before simultaneously taking his hand and turning away as he heads off to the bathroom. ]

Edited 2025-07-15 18:13 (UTC)

[ He follows after without saying much, doing his best to ignore the scowl from his shade. When they reach the bathroom he starts to undress without any fanfare, methodically. ]

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