Your usual way — [ charles can't help his sharp tone of surprise, because that — that is definitely rewinding time, and, ] Bloody hell, does everyone I know have some kind of time-travel powers...?
[ anyway, that aside... the explanation soothes him just a little, but doesn't erase the concern entirely. ] Still, can't be easy, to have to go through something like that over and over again.
[ there is a quiet sympathy in his voice, an i'm sorry you have to keep doing that, because it may be their decision and still suck a lot.
and then the comment makes him blink and glance down at himself, and, ] Fuck. Sorry, hold on a tick — [ he gathers his focus, and in the blink of an eye, his appearance returns to as it had been: full outfit on, skin a healthy hue, hair and clothes no longer wet. and yet he's still just as dead as before, just looks like he's alive. ]
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[ anyway, that aside... the explanation soothes him just a little, but doesn't erase the concern entirely. ] Still, can't be easy, to have to go through something like that over and over again.
[ there is a quiet sympathy in his voice, an i'm sorry you have to keep doing that, because it may be their decision and still suck a lot.
and then the comment makes him blink and glance down at himself, and, ] Fuck. Sorry, hold on a tick — [ he gathers his focus, and in the blink of an eye, his appearance returns to as it had been: full outfit on, skin a healthy hue, hair and clothes no longer wet. and yet he's still just as dead as before, just looks like he's alive. ]