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[Because Daud is on edge and ready to kill. That cannot happen. He won't let it. Summoning the last of his strength Xu Shu reaches out to grasp at the other man's clothing, tugging down, insistent. There's no time to explain in detail but if he doesn't do something... well, first.]
Let him.
[Come close. Clear the curse. The meaning is obvious even if it seems like a ridiculous request on many levels but if Tenkai doesn't get a chance to undo the cursed magic he inflicted as Mitsuhide then Xu Shu will die. What would Daud do if that happened? Doesn't bear thinking about.. he pulls again, a little harder, as hard as he is capable of.]
[Says in a raspy breath, even as his vision blackens:]
Dad... don't kill...
[It's vulnerable and as honest as he is capable of with Daud, more than he has been before, but that just means it should have more impact. Hopefully it'll be enough, Xu Shu thinks, as he sighs and finally lapses into unconsciousness.]
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What is he doing.
What did he say.
(No it's clear. All of it's clear and cutting, the insistence with which Xu Shu's dragged him downward, the way he grasps toward words with shuddered breaths - difficult, it's difficult for the man to speak and still he captures the words, meaning they matter, meaning Xu Shu believes they hold reason - the way he... may have muddled a word, a name (or it was no mistake), but his final words ring clear.)
'Don't kill.'
(And he's right, isn't he? Some part of Daud flinches internally at the phrase, realizing it may be apt. Realizing it might be something that he needs to hear, because yes this is for Xu Shu, this is for Cassandra, this is for everyone who means a fucking thing to him, but he's been barreling forward without letting himself think too far. But maybe there's something he's missing; maybe Xu Shu holds information Daud hasn't had access to. Maybe there's another way here. And maybe Daud's fallen back into old habits too readily.
It's a thought he doesn't care for. It's a thought that sparks a deep enough chill to pause his hand, keeping him from striking out at Mitsuhide.)
He's free of Xu Shu's grasp now, telling himself that the boy's still alive, that there's still time to preserve him though he's lost a lot of blood, is losing a lot of blood, and what was it the bastard did, because this isn't natural and ('the curse it still upon him') Daud can only guess at the magic Mitsuhide possesses or what might be at work here but it's wrong, Daud knows wounds and the amount of blood here is wrong.
He wants to kill the bastard.
But if there is something at work.
But given Xu Shu's behests.
Given the uncommon openness in the man's words.
One arm wrapped around Xu Shu, Daud grabs his blade with his free hand, levels it at Mitsuhide (who is, it's true, acting strange; who's compulsion seems to have shifted directions, and wherein the fuck had that mask come from?). ]
You're going to explain yourself.
Quickly.
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[ Tenkai keeps walking forward, steadily, calmly, looking to the man and not the blade brandished in his direction. The steps he takes are not swaying -- like a hanged man swinging side=to-side -- but instead he drags his feet against the ground as though he carries a heavy burden.
He fixes his eyes upon Xu Shu, watching his weakened state attempt to spare a few words to Daud. He drops his chin a little as he feels a wretched freezing sensation curl around his heart. Explain quickly. Which part and where? I wish I could simply tell you a lie and a truth. But you may interrupt-- ]
I intend to break the curse. If it remains, he will ... [ The closer that he gets, the stench of blood intensifies. How could it not? His once pale skin is coated in red. His once long white hair is now a deep shade of crimson. ] ... there is no reason for him to fall here in this place, at this time.
[ Your son deserves better. The monk wishes to add but cuts himself off. His gaze slides to look over the carnage that took place in the clearing. This face has no right to say that. That face has no right to prod that weakness, either. He continues speaking, continues explaining; his words quick and hurried even as he may seem leisurely in everything else. ]
But after breaking it, I intend to heal what I can. I cannot replenish the blood that has been lost, but I can revitalize the spirit to ensure the body will have a faster recovery. [ He can drain the energy straight from the soul. ] I intend to use the curse materials themselves to do so. [ Tenkai does not believe that Daud will shed tears for the lost spirits that have been employed by Mitsuhide to do mischief being used as fodder to ensure Xu Shu's survival.
He does not think that Daud will care about that at all. But he does think that the man will care about Tenkai using his abilities upon the young man once more -- regardless of the reason. ]
If you do not like that... the only other option is your own soul. [ He stands now one or two paces away from him. He stares at him, breathing in deep, holding his breath. The choice is yours. The choices is yours, but you must make it quick before I make it for you. I explained when I did not want to, so you must choose when you do not want to. ]
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The bastard’s coming closer. And it’s true, something’s changed - Daud can see it, hear it, sense it; notes the way it’s written through Mitsuhide’s movements - but he doesn’t lower the blade, not yet. Though it doesn’t feel like a trick - though it feels like something earnest, something strangled and yet striving - there’s really no telling with Mitsuhide.
(What has happened? What caused this changed, and… What has Xu Shu done?)
Mitsuhide’s bleeding badly. Maybe the bastard’ll expire after all, though Daud doubts he’s that lucky. (He should kill him. Right now.) (’Don’t kill.’) (He should rid the world of this blood-hungry bastard.) (’Let him.’) (It’d be simple enough. So easy.) (’Don’t—‘) (He should.) (But this curse.) (But he should.)
Debates rage beneath thought, but he needs to push forward, determine what to do about this situation, because what’s clear is that Xu Shu’s fading. What’s clear is that Xu Shu believes Mitsuhide can help, and that Mitsuhide (’this face’) seems bent on doing… something. Void knows what, precisely. ]
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
[ He doesn’t care for the idea of, what, using curse materials? Doesn’t care for the notion of this bastard fucking with his soul, either, and Daud doesn’t have enough information to say which would be better for Xu Shu. Because of course he doesn’t. Because of course Mitsuhide (this face) wouldn’t offer more than hints and glimpses. It really is like speaking with the Outsider, all of these half-truths and unfinished explanations. A dire situation that still, still won’t force the full truth out.
He hates this. He resents this. This never should have happened. ]
I’m in no mood for your bullshit.
[ And don’t. Don’t… ’Don’t talk about this as if it has nothing to do with you,’ he almost says. As if Xu Shu’s falling has nothing to do with Mitsuhide. As if the bastard hadn’t attacked Xu Shu, hadn’t gone swinging blades after both of them. But it’s more than needs to be said. Would be a distraction from what needs to happen now, before anything can turn further awry. ]
Use what’s best for Xu Shu. My soul, if you need it.
But if you harm him…
[ He doesn’t need to finish that. The sharpness of his glare, the blade still pointed at Mitsuhide speak loudly enough. ]
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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. ]