[Upon awakening, it doesn't take Karl long before he realizes that something is wrong.
It's an odd feeling, realizing that his body no longer hurts all over, that his blood has calmed. The pulsing of his power is a permanent reminder of his anomaly (or is his human aside the abnormality here?), but he's gotten used enough to that, relatively speaking. It's been there for as long as he can remember; he's simply learned, since Graham's defeat, to stop ignoring it.]
Chihiro?
[After pulling the blanket off of him, he rises to his feet. No sign of her anywhere—no hint of her presence.]
Damn it!
[He can make a few guesses as to how the situation might've ended up this way, and he's desperately hoping for one of the better cases, but he didn't make it this far as a soldier by not expecting the worst. He takes out his CereVice, only to find that it's not cooperating (figures). He half-wishes it'd zapped him in his sleep, or some such.
Ah, well. He's used to doing things the old-fashioned away, at any rate.
Swiftly folding the blanket into a makeshift package (it's a sweet gesture from Chihiro, but even though she couldn't have possibly known, seeing the dragon is almost a mockery of the legacy he fails to live up to), he gets ready to move out.
This is wrong. People aren't supposed to take care of him. It's supposed to be the other way around.]
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It's an odd feeling, realizing that his body no longer hurts all over, that his blood has calmed. The pulsing of his power is a permanent reminder of his anomaly (or is his human aside the abnormality here?), but he's gotten used enough to that, relatively speaking. It's been there for as long as he can remember; he's simply learned, since Graham's defeat, to stop ignoring it.]
Chihiro?
[After pulling the blanket off of him, he rises to his feet. No sign of her anywhere—no hint of her presence.]
Damn it!
[He can make a few guesses as to how the situation might've ended up this way, and he's desperately hoping for one of the better cases, but he didn't make it this far as a soldier by not expecting the worst. He takes out his CereVice, only to find that it's not cooperating (figures). He half-wishes it'd zapped him in his sleep, or some such.
Ah, well. He's used to doing things the old-fashioned away, at any rate.
Swiftly folding the blanket into a makeshift package (it's a sweet gesture from Chihiro, but even though she couldn't have possibly known, seeing the dragon is almost a mockery of the legacy he fails to live up to), he gets ready to move out.
This is wrong. People aren't supposed to take care of him. It's supposed to be the other way around.]