[Nero comes out of it with his ears still ringing, and this flare of heat like his blood itself is boiling at the ringing left behind by the sound that burst out of DMV. Not hard to put two and two together -- plenty of people down here are fucked up, not human.
But nothing's ever made him feel like a sound's gonna blow his body apart.
All right? Hell no.] Alive? Yeah.
[His fingers end in nails and not claws, and that's good enough for now. Not that they wouldn't be helpful, crawling out of this shit, but -- human hands are good enough, tearing through them and tearing them off as he works on pulling them both from the native who didn't make it.
Not hard to guess what makes them different, either.]
I can fly if I fuckin' have to. [Nero gets to his feet, shaking as he is; feeling week, like a steamroller's just run over him. The blood doesn't even bother him. It's how his vision feels... different. Like there was fog over it before.
He stops by the corpse, stumbling back to his knees. Lifts a shoulder that's melted as much as it's split open. He pulls a necklace from their neck, something he saw shimmer as they were shoved to their knees.
Just in case there's someone out there who cares.
And then the journey back to his feet. Taking one shaking step in front of the other.] You?
[Not sure he could carry the guy if he wanted. But drag him? Maybe.]
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But nothing's ever made him feel like a sound's gonna blow his body apart.
All right? Hell no.] Alive? Yeah.
[His fingers end in nails and not claws, and that's good enough for now. Not that they wouldn't be helpful, crawling out of this shit, but -- human hands are good enough, tearing through them and tearing them off as he works on pulling them both from the native who didn't make it.
Not hard to guess what makes them different, either.]
I can fly if I fuckin' have to. [Nero gets to his feet, shaking as he is; feeling week, like a steamroller's just run over him. The blood doesn't even bother him. It's how his vision feels... different. Like there was fog over it before.
He stops by the corpse, stumbling back to his knees. Lifts a shoulder that's melted as much as it's split open. He pulls a necklace from their neck, something he saw shimmer as they were shoved to their knees.
Just in case there's someone out there who cares.
And then the journey back to his feet. Taking one shaking step in front of the other.] You?
[Not sure he could carry the guy if he wanted. But drag him? Maybe.]