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[text] - wing things

[hishonor]

[Well, this is something hard to word. Because hell, even if he wasn't disorientated, pained, and still losing a lot of blood, he wouldn't exactly know how to word anything like this.

And... yeah. He's all of the above.
So this is kind of awkward.]

I might need an assist.
Actually

I'm fairly sure I need one.

[supersoldier]

[A text like this from Angeal is vaguely worrying by default—a SOLDIER 1st Class rarely finds themselves in a situation that they cannot handle on their own—and Sephiroth’s reply is immediate and concise:]

Where are you? What's happened?

[Details.]

[hishonor]

At the building I'm staying in.
I think I underestimated how weak we are here.

[supersoldier]

[The only reason that there's a delay now is because Sephiroth needs a moment to head directly out the door; Angeal isn't doing a great job of not sounding foreboding, and dependent on the next reply, he'll judge whether or not there will be a need to inform anyone else.]

You're hurt, then. How badly?

[hishonor]

Lost some blood.
Tried to stop the bleeding, but passed out. It's still going, and I can't stop it.

If you get here and I'm out again, don't take me to the hospital, alright?
Promise me. I don't want anyone to know about us.

[supersoldier]

I'll do what I can to avoid it. But the logistics are less important than seeing to your injury.

[Is is not losing another friend. Again.]

Stay awake. Keep texting me. Did someone do this to you?

[hishonor]

[He'd reiterate no hospitals, because surely, even with the amount of freaks from different worlds GemSci would have seen here already, nothing would come close to them. But each time he tries words autocorrect can't cobble together for him, he comes up short.

...So that's going to have to be incentive to not pass out again.]

It was me.
Tried to stop changing. Big mistake.
Not my finest moment, I know.

Sorry about this.

[supersoldier]

Don't apologize.

[Sorting the pieces all in his head with the efficacy of a military-minded utilitarian, there is only one real (and simplest) solution for now:]

I will be there as soon as possible.

[But Zack might be closer. A pause interrupts the communique, with Sephiroth sending a message to another certain SOLDIER 1st Class. And then-]

I have healing magic as a Sapphire. We will tend to you and everything will be fine. Just remain conscious.

[hishonor]

Okay, no apologies.
I guess. You might change your mind when you get here.

But Sephiroth- No magic. It's got a cost, remember? I'm not doing that to you.

[He might just leave it as that, but it's probably better to keep talking. And... yeah. He almost missed a certain detail, but upon reexamination...]

'We'?

[supersoldier]

I can afford to use magic. It's not as though I waste it carelessly.

[As though Sephiroth wastes anything carelessly.]

I've contacted Zack. He's closer and should be there before I arrive.

[hishonor]

[Well, shit.
Zack... doesn't need to see this. It's too close to back then- and even if it wasn't for the small matter of goading him into killing him, it's...

ugh.

It's done though. As Sephiroth typed, Zack's close. So it's happening, whether he wants it to or not.]

All I need is a dressing. So really. No magic, alright? Even if you've got it to spare.

[Some time, some shuffling, and much some more bleeding later...]

Door's unlocked. What's your ETA?