[Luna stops his tracks completely as his gaze finally drops to the stabbing one that he caused. Unlike the mysterious wound that went through Mallory's shoulder, the one below doesn't just end with a cut line and small veins; the cauterize effect leaves skin looking charred with old skin clumping together as a newer, lighter one takes center of it all.
Once again, fingers travels downwards in a slow motion until it reaches to that very same wound. The movement becomes more and more hesitant until it's at the edges of same clumped up skin, all before he gently presses in the center of the scar. It looks flat to him, but it's obvious that while the Witch's magic revived Mallory, it leaves most of the scars intact. Or, even more disturbingly, there's a rather evident depth in the center once you're near it. It's still a hole.
Exactly, how can he not regret this? Not when he's fully aware how he mutilated his own best friend in a fit of misplaced rage.]
When you fight for the future, you also have to fully acknowledge and learn from past errors. [...] But, further than that, this isn't something I could just regard as a impersonal issue.
[Luna pulls his hand away from the wound, going back to scrubbing places he hasn't reach and places he's been repeatedly scrubbing. He hates to admit it, but he never realizes how little Mallory holds himself. It's telling to both of them now that his friend just basically asks him to ignore it. Ignore him. Never, not when he still cares for people, he still cares for Mallory deeply even if he's afraid what's to come in the future.]
Mallory, you haven't got the slightest idea how much I value you. And, it's not just your loyalty and dedication for our- no, my dream.
[He slowly tips the wooden bucket, hot water spilling and ridding soap suds. It goes without saying what he means, but he can't say words so personal as freely any more.]
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Once again, fingers travels downwards in a slow motion until it reaches to that very same wound. The movement becomes more and more hesitant until it's at the edges of same clumped up skin, all before he gently presses in the center of the scar. It looks flat to him, but it's obvious that while the Witch's magic revived Mallory, it leaves most of the scars intact. Or, even more disturbingly, there's a rather evident depth in the center once you're near it. It's still a hole.
Exactly, how can he not regret this? Not when he's fully aware how he mutilated his own best friend in a fit of misplaced rage.]
When you fight for the future, you also have to fully acknowledge and learn from past errors. [...] But, further than that, this isn't something I could just regard as a impersonal issue.
[Luna pulls his hand away from the wound, going back to scrubbing places he hasn't reach and places he's been repeatedly scrubbing. He hates to admit it, but he never realizes how little Mallory holds himself. It's telling to both of them now that his friend just basically asks him to ignore it. Ignore him. Never, not when he still cares for people, he still cares for Mallory deeply even if he's afraid what's to come in the future.]
Mallory, you haven't got the slightest idea how much I value you. And, it's not just your loyalty and dedication for our- no, my dream.
[He slowly tips the wooden bucket, hot water spilling and ridding soap suds. It goes without saying what he means, but he can't say words so personal as freely any more.]