[It's not as though Cao Pi has never witnessed death. On the contrary, he's seen more than his share of it, and isn't put off by it. But he's grown to like Koumei, to consider him his only real friend in this world, and though people tend to not stay dead, there's two things that inspire him to fight now.
One, no one should have to suffer and bleed out in order to die and then be brought back. Two...the malfunctioning city leads him to believe that resurrection itself would also fail. Death might not be temporary, today.
With his hands so occupied, there's not much he can do to make himself understood, except to do something fairly unpleasant. Cao Pi lifts his bloodstained hand from Koumei's chest, shifts to bring his other arm close enough to reach his solid white bracer, and then traces a character in Mei's blood]
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[he remembers their discussion over tea, and interpreting the same characters for Koumei's name different ways. Grammar is not even necessary, just that one character for "to carry" with a gesture pointing to Mei. Can he carry you somewhere?]
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One, no one should have to suffer and bleed out in order to die and then be brought back. Two...the malfunctioning city leads him to believe that resurrection itself would also fail. Death might not be temporary, today.
With his hands so occupied, there's not much he can do to make himself understood, except to do something fairly unpleasant. Cao Pi lifts his bloodstained hand from Koumei's chest, shifts to bring his other arm close enough to reach his solid white bracer, and then traces a character in Mei's blood]
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[he remembers their discussion over tea, and interpreting the same characters for Koumei's name different ways. Grammar is not even necessary, just that one character for "to carry" with a gesture pointing to Mei. Can he carry you somewhere?]