[he shouldn't be mad at himself for it because if he'd ditched her in the medbay she probably would have tried to run after him and gotten stuck in the park in the central node en route to the archway for the library.
it doesn't look burnt or bitten! slashed might be a better way to describe how it looks, though it certainly doesn't look like it was cut with scissors or anything. it's not a clean cut - some parts of them are shorter than others, it's all pretty uneven.]
...that's going to make investigating there difficult tomorrow.
[there was just so much of it that it congealed to black goop i don't know final fantasy
and, well
as he's dealing with her hair he will... most likely... notice that there is a wound at the back of her head... and since he'd be familiar with them i will just tell you that it's a bad news sized bullet hole]
...well... the first thing that happened was that I found myself alone on a tundra. There wasn't anyone around at first, but then I encountered some soldiers, and... they immediately called me a heretic and attacked me.
and jiuqing - well, she doesn't know, not immediately. there are more injuries on her than she can count, and she stares down at her hands, trying to think of what he might have seen on the back of her head to make him stop like that -
it comes rushing back to her, and her voice catches at the back of her throat.
"it hurts me to do this."
her hands are trembling. she laces her fingers together tightly, as if that will stop them.]
...just - this place. Using people we care about against us. That's all it is. That's all.
[she sounds like she's trying to convince herself of that, really.]
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it doesn't look burnt or bitten! slashed might be a better way to describe how it looks, though it certainly doesn't look like it was cut with scissors or anything. it's not a clean cut - some parts of them are shorter than others, it's all pretty uneven.]
...that's going to make investigating there difficult tomorrow.
[her brow furrows a little.]
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It is. I'm not sure of what we'll be finding tomorrow. The inability to breathe there hopefully isn't something that will persist at least.
[ because they seriously need to have a look at that place. ]
Do you want me to trim your hair a bit, or should I braid these in...?
[ he holds the cut hairs gently. ] What happened?
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[she looks down at her hands.]
It's... from yesterday. You can braid it if you'd like, but I was just thinking I'd put my hair up in a bun until I could decide what to do with it.
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Do you... would you want to discuss where you went? [ a soft pause ] I didn't want to trouble you with it yesterday. I was just happy you were back.
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[and also, like, lowkey terrified of estinien, but that's fine.]
We can talk about it. I'm just... I'm not sure where to start.
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You came back covered in...
[ he frowns at every bump and bruise, eventually helping her to maybe settle on one of the cots so they can just. rest. ]
From the beginning might be best. I have nowhere else I need nor want to be.
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[there was just so much of it that it congealed to black goop i don't know final fantasy
and, well
as he's dealing with her hair he will... most likely... notice that there is a wound at the back of her head... and since he'd be familiar with them i will just tell you that it's a bad news sized bullet hole]
...well... the first thing that happened was that I found myself alone on a tundra. There wasn't anyone around at first, but then I encountered some soldiers, and... they immediately called me a heretic and attacked me.
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[ and then he stops. because when he does see it, i'm sorry, he just sort of chokes a bit. ]
Jiuqing... What is this?
[ he doesn't touch it, he just looks at it, his hand very lightly resting at the base of her neck as he pushes a bit more hair away from it. ]
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and jiuqing - well, she doesn't know, not immediately. there are more injuries on her than she can count, and she stares down at her hands, trying to think of what he might have seen on the back of her head to make him stop like that -
it comes rushing back to her, and her voice catches at the back of her throat.
"it hurts me to do this."
her hands are trembling. she laces her fingers together tightly, as if that will stop them.]
...just - this place. Using people we care about against us. That's all it is. That's all.
[she sounds like she's trying to convince herself of that, really.]