It was wrong, killing them. But unfortunately, if they didn’t take these monsters out, they would do worse. Sometimes something had to be sacrificed for the better of other things. And simply put, these things would have killed them if they didn’t defend themselves. Sousuke reminded himself of those facts, repeating them in his mind as the rest of him seemed content to shut down and black out. No, he wasn’t going to lose himself right now. It hurt, his leg wouldn’t move, but he could stay awake. This wasn’t a horrific injury. He’d power through it and be ready to go again soon. Keep telling himself that. Keep telling himself…
He had to keep the tendril of water safely over Rin’s shoulder, tending to the injury and blocking anything that might want to get into his skin. The rest of the water finally dissipated into the ground as the shinki’s remaining grip on it gave away. The rest of his focus was on the cap of water covering his god’s injury. But it felt nice to finally rest after being put through such a fast and surprising wringer. They’d really survived that, hadn’t they… Stupid of them to be caught so unprepared, but they made it. Together. Guess they did make a good team after all.
By the time Rin reached him, the water was no more than wetting the ground in puddles, as if there’d been a recent rainfall. Sousuke heard his steps spattering through the water, ripples turning into wet sounds. Despite his own pain, he was wondering the same questions. How did gods and shinki heal from damage? They knew about blight and holy water, but was it that simple with gods? And if Rin did turn him back into his human form… Shit, he really didn’t want to deal with a broken leg. Call him stubborn and immature, but what a suck way to end a prayer.
‘I’m not moving,’ he groused. Only to tense up and shoot Rin a slightly-panicked glare. ‘Oy!’ But shut up when that hand only stayed on his back leg and didn’t go near his wound. For a second he thought Rin was actually going to try and touch him there or something. The shinki flattened his ears a little, but then dropped his head back to the ground with a wuff of breath. ‘Tsk, before you focus on me, make sure you get the dog secured first.’
Because if Angel bolted, they were in a heap of trouble.
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He had to keep the tendril of water safely over Rin’s shoulder, tending to the injury and blocking anything that might want to get into his skin. The rest of the water finally dissipated into the ground as the shinki’s remaining grip on it gave away. The rest of his focus was on the cap of water covering his god’s injury. But it felt nice to finally rest after being put through such a fast and surprising wringer. They’d really survived that, hadn’t they… Stupid of them to be caught so unprepared, but they made it. Together. Guess they did make a good team after all.
By the time Rin reached him, the water was no more than wetting the ground in puddles, as if there’d been a recent rainfall. Sousuke heard his steps spattering through the water, ripples turning into wet sounds. Despite his own pain, he was wondering the same questions. How did gods and shinki heal from damage? They knew about blight and holy water, but was it that simple with gods? And if Rin did turn him back into his human form… Shit, he really didn’t want to deal with a broken leg. Call him stubborn and immature, but what a suck way to end a prayer.
‘I’m not moving,’ he groused. Only to tense up and shoot Rin a slightly-panicked glare. ‘Oy!’ But shut up when that hand only stayed on his back leg and didn’t go near his wound. For a second he thought Rin was actually going to try and touch him there or something. The shinki flattened his ears a little, but then dropped his head back to the ground with a wuff of breath. ‘Tsk, before you focus on me, make sure you get the dog secured first.’
Because if Angel bolted, they were in a heap of trouble.