"Faith, Miss McNiven. You must remember that. In yourself, and your compatriots, if nothing else. Hold onto that, no matter what. Keep that ember alive. Just because a cause seems lost does not mean it can't be found again."
He nods at her explanation, looking carefully. Bullet likely still internal. All to the best he has the handkerchief, then. Otherwise he'd have to extract it, and he doesn't trust his hands to that sort of delicate procedure anymore.
"As I said, degradation and the destruction of the soul. What good is simply killing you, after all? Now, hold tight. I can't promise this won't hurt."
And then the handkerchief is applied. He closes his eyes, muttering a silent prayer. And the sensation of burning will spread across the wound site, lancing out in different directions suddenly. He presses it into place, a hand moving, snake-like, to her shoulder to keep her from pulling away. It will hurt, considerably, for the better part of thirty seconds.
But when it's done, and the bloody handkerchief is pulled away, all that will be left is a small scar, as if it had been there for years. And a deformed bullet, sitting in the middle.
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Date: 16 Jul 2020 20:47 (UTC)He nods at her explanation, looking carefully. Bullet likely still internal. All to the best he has the handkerchief, then. Otherwise he'd have to extract it, and he doesn't trust his hands to that sort of delicate procedure anymore.
"As I said, degradation and the destruction of the soul. What good is simply killing you, after all? Now, hold tight. I can't promise this won't hurt."
And then the handkerchief is applied. He closes his eyes, muttering a silent prayer. And the sensation of burning will spread across the wound site, lancing out in different directions suddenly. He presses it into place, a hand moving, snake-like, to her shoulder to keep her from pulling away. It will hurt, considerably, for the better part of thirty seconds.
But when it's done, and the bloody handkerchief is pulled away, all that will be left is a small scar, as if it had been there for years. And a deformed bullet, sitting in the middle.