[ Herculean though his effort was, it still has consequences. Emet-Selch won't be doing anything for the rest of the day - or the week, really, as Seimei estimates.
He can't even make himself sit up after the other man helpfully rolls him away from the black stain. Not even for the water the onlookers rush to fetch for him. Everything hurts. With the danger gone, every ache comes crashing down as if punishing him for his good deed.
This is why he hates doing good, he thinks to himself.
He opens his mouth to speak but this time only a rasp comes out. Sighing, he haltingly reaches for the nearest bit of Seimei he can touch - a wrist or whatever - and tries to transmit his words directly. It will feel like a strange resonance against his soul if it works. ]
I am no mere mortal but neither am I immune to the consequences of poor choices.
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He can't even make himself sit up after the other man helpfully rolls him away from the black stain. Not even for the water the onlookers rush to fetch for him. Everything hurts. With the danger gone, every ache comes crashing down as if punishing him for his good deed.
This is why he hates doing good, he thinks to himself.
He opens his mouth to speak but this time only a rasp comes out. Sighing, he haltingly reaches for the nearest bit of Seimei he can touch - a wrist or whatever - and tries to transmit his words directly. It will feel like a strange resonance against his soul if it works. ]
I am no mere mortal but neither am I immune to the consequences of poor choices.