This monk will not explain anymore than what I did.
[ His tone, unlike Mitsuhide's, sounds almost exasperated at Daud's lack of understanding. But it is no fault of the man. He feels an itch underneath the skin. It is an itch that scratches the flesh raw -- dread, alarm, horror. He worries his bottom lip underneath the metal mask, bites it until it bleeds.
He merely continues to look at him and waits. It itches feels like it is ripping holes. What is best for him? In the end, it is my choice? Releasing his bottom lip, its bleeding enough that a thin line of blood that drips beneath the mask.
Kneeling down, he holds his hand out like one does for begging coins. Spirits flow into his palm, balling themselves up until they are little more than an undulating mass of black. Tenkai makes a tsking noise at them. ]
You should not be so greedy. Indulging so much is bad. You'll get rounder and rounder and then what?
[ The monk scolds the spirits for their gluttonous ways, even though "he" is the one who called to them in the first place. They shudder in his hand, twisting in a black, formless shape. Waiting, waiting. His head lifts as he sees that the wound Xu Shu has been suffering from has closed. What will be best for him? ]
He would not want you to sacrifice yourself for him. He would not want you to suffer even if it means that he will be all right.
[ But ... I believe that he should understand the pain that he has put into other people's hearts by experiencing it... Xu Shu is a stubborn one. He is very stubborn. He tilts his head towards Daud, eyes smiling warmly. If he is talked to reasonably, he may still drag his feet. This wound I place in his heart is a small one. A small one that you can both heal from, because you are both changing.
The black mass within his hand evaporates quickly until he is holding nothing. He reaches out to carefully, gently take Daud's wrist with one hand and Xu Shu's with the other. ]
Do not scold him too heavily when he awakens. Just a little will be enough. Just a little.
[ A warm smile works its way into Tenkai's stare before a bright green light works its way into his eyes, filling even the white in the color. The monk does not tell Daud to brace himself, because the man should know that it is going to be an uncomfortable experience. Xu Shu remains unconscious so there is no concern for what pain he will feel, but for the man -- ah.
For the man, his soul is being drained from Tenkai's touch. It is a cold, freezing feeling that would take over the entire body; it is a darkening feeling like the body itself is violently shutting itself down. Because the flesh does not know what to do when the spirit itself is being assaulted. It can only panic. It can only scream. It can only shudder and twist everything on the inside in order to save itself.
It lasts for only a few seconds -- a few long seconds -- before he finally lets go of both of their wrists. ]
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[ His tone, unlike Mitsuhide's, sounds almost exasperated at Daud's lack of understanding. But it is no fault of the man. He feels an itch underneath the skin. It is an itch that scratches the flesh raw -- dread, alarm, horror. He worries his bottom lip underneath the metal mask, bites it until it bleeds.
He merely continues to look at him and waits. It itches feels like it is ripping holes. What is best for him? In the end, it is my choice? Releasing his bottom lip, its bleeding enough that a thin line of blood that drips beneath the mask.
Kneeling down, he holds his hand out like one does for begging coins. Spirits flow into his palm, balling themselves up until they are little more than an undulating mass of black. Tenkai makes a tsking noise at them. ]
You should not be so greedy. Indulging so much is bad. You'll get rounder and rounder and then what?
[ The monk scolds the spirits for their gluttonous ways, even though "he" is the one who called to them in the first place. They shudder in his hand, twisting in a black, formless shape. Waiting, waiting. His head lifts as he sees that the wound Xu Shu has been suffering from has closed. What will be best for him? ]
He would not want you to sacrifice yourself for him. He would not want you to suffer even if it means that he will be all right.
[ But ... I believe that he should understand the pain that he has put into other people's hearts by experiencing it... Xu Shu is a stubborn one. He is very stubborn. He tilts his head towards Daud, eyes smiling warmly. If he is talked to reasonably, he may still drag his feet. This wound I place in his heart is a small one. A small one that you can both heal from, because you are both changing.
The black mass within his hand evaporates quickly until he is holding nothing. He reaches out to carefully, gently take Daud's wrist with one hand and Xu Shu's with the other. ]
Do not scold him too heavily when he awakens. Just a little will be enough. Just a little.
[ A warm smile works its way into Tenkai's stare before a bright green light works its way into his eyes, filling even the white in the color. The monk does not tell Daud to brace himself, because the man should know that it is going to be an uncomfortable experience. Xu Shu remains unconscious so there is no concern for what pain he will feel, but for the man -- ah.
For the man, his soul is being drained from Tenkai's touch. It is a cold, freezing feeling that would take over the entire body; it is a darkening feeling like the body itself is violently shutting itself down. Because the flesh does not know what to do when the spirit itself is being assaulted. It can only panic. It can only scream. It can only shudder and twist everything on the inside in order to save itself.
It lasts for only a few seconds -- a few long seconds -- before he finally lets go of both of their wrists. ]