He wouldn't have said Riley's name in a place like this otherwise. He knows that shit's personal for Sam. And he knows the risk of throwing name in Capitol's hearing. He's grateful that Sam understands. That's one bit of relief.
"I'm not writhing I'm trying to make stitch upon this," He snaps weakly. "BESIDES... WHY MOTHERFUCKING HELP ME? I'm a highblood. YOU HATE ME. Should save what at you got... fffor when you need it." Not waste it on his ass.
He's not sure he can accept kindness from Mituna-- the Psiioniic now. It gets him too hopeful. Gets all miss up and on for his beloved and it tears him through. Every motherfucking time his heart makes breaking and if anything's going to wear him down, it'll be that, not a lack in leg.
Though that don't help neither.
He makes a face when Sam agrees with him, thought it's hard to tell with how twisted it already up and is. But the jacket's peeled off him and he can't take time to sulk when he's got all to shivering. He's glad his hair isn't the waist length mop it used to be. It'd have frozen with how cold he is now. Freezing wasn't a thing he'd ever worried on before. But it's not enough to distract from certain facts.
"N-NOT MEDICULLER OR D-DOCTERRORIST," He says quick to the Psiioniic. "Human medics got shit legit. FOR HEALING." And back to Sam, "But I'm still saying like I can do this. I'VE BEEN HURT BEFORE. Been hurt lots and pl-plenty. AND ANYWAY, WON'T COLD BE OF YOU NOW WITHOUT THIS?" He tugs at the parka and windbreaker, though he doesn't quite bring himself to taking it off yet. In attempt to defend himself, he adds, "Swore I'd l-live. ME AND A SISTER GOT OUT A DEAL. So I tr-tried to be getting out. ICE WAS TOO HEAVY. C-couldn't move it. 'FF I WAS MMMEANING TO DIE I'D HAVE SLIT MY THROAT." It'd have been easy too. He wouldn't even need the knife. But he did this, and now he's going with it. He decided along time ago for the whole of life no matter, he'd be going with it. He's been hurt more, like the time he got impaled. Of course he died then but still.
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"I'm not writhing I'm trying to make stitch upon this," He snaps weakly. "BESIDES... WHY MOTHERFUCKING HELP ME? I'm a highblood. YOU HATE ME. Should save what at you got... fffor when you need it." Not waste it on his ass.
He's not sure he can accept kindness from Mituna-- the Psiioniic now. It gets him too hopeful. Gets all miss up and on for his beloved and it tears him through. Every motherfucking time his heart makes breaking and if anything's going to wear him down, it'll be that, not a lack in leg.
Though that don't help neither.
He makes a face when Sam agrees with him, thought it's hard to tell with how twisted it already up and is. But the jacket's peeled off him and he can't take time to sulk when he's got all to shivering. He's glad his hair isn't the waist length mop it used to be. It'd have frozen with how cold he is now. Freezing wasn't a thing he'd ever worried on before. But it's not enough to distract from certain facts.
"N-NOT MEDICULLER OR D-DOCTERRORIST," He says quick to the Psiioniic. "Human medics got shit legit. FOR HEALING." And back to Sam, "But I'm still saying like I can do this. I'VE BEEN HURT BEFORE. Been hurt lots and pl-plenty. AND ANYWAY, WON'T COLD BE OF YOU NOW WITHOUT THIS?" He tugs at the parka and windbreaker, though he doesn't quite bring himself to taking it off yet. In attempt to defend himself, he adds, "Swore I'd l-live. ME AND A SISTER GOT OUT A DEAL. So I tr-tried to be getting out. ICE WAS TOO HEAVY. C-couldn't move it. 'FF I WAS MMMEANING TO DIE I'D HAVE SLIT MY THROAT." It'd have been easy too. He wouldn't even need the knife. But he did this, and now he's going with it. He decided along time ago for the whole of life no matter, he'd be going with it. He's been hurt more, like the time he got impaled. Of course he died then but still.