[ Joshua's frown only deepens as Dion but shrugs at his own injuries, injuries that had nearly killed him. He knows Dion's right, that he's used to a life of fighting, having been on the frontlines of a war, leading the charge for many years against the Dhalmekians and Waloed as Bahamut, used to getting hurt like this, much as Clive is. But it does little to quell the worry and the guilt that pulls at him, most especially after what happened on the lake.
Though in all honesty, Joshua's no better. Ignoring or downplaying his own condition when is Ultima quite literally killing him from the inside as he tries to break free of his prison and at the same time making the Crystal's Curse spread even more across his chest with each passing day as the Phoenix must mend the damage done to Ultima's cage. But pushing himself through it, lying and telling everyone he's fine, that he's well enough to travel, to fight, because there is no option to stop.
So he also knows there's little point to bringing up the severity of his wounds any further when Tarja's already bandaged him up again and he's already promised to rest, because that's what truly matters, and that's enough. It's more than he does himself most of the time.
So, after a moment, he nods. ] Thank you, Dion.
[ Then he stands and walks over to the table in the back and places the vial of medicine Tarja had given him there, his slender fingers lingering on the lip of the glass bottle in thought. ]
And... thank you, for allowing me to join you when next you leave for Twinside.
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Date: 2023-12-17 01:50 pm (UTC)Though in all honesty, Joshua's no better. Ignoring or downplaying his own condition when is Ultima quite literally killing him from the inside as he tries to break free of his prison and at the same time making the Crystal's Curse spread even more across his chest with each passing day as the Phoenix must mend the damage done to Ultima's cage. But pushing himself through it, lying and telling everyone he's fine, that he's well enough to travel, to fight, because there is no option to stop.
So he also knows there's little point to bringing up the severity of his wounds any further when Tarja's already bandaged him up again and he's already promised to rest, because that's what truly matters, and that's enough. It's more than he does himself most of the time.
So, after a moment, he nods. ] Thank you, Dion.
[ Then he stands and walks over to the table in the back and places the vial of medicine Tarja had given him there, his slender fingers lingering on the lip of the glass bottle in thought. ]
And... thank you, for allowing me to join you when next you leave for Twinside.